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1.) Can you cook?
2.) What was your dream growing up?
3.) What talent do you wish you had?
4.) If I bought you a drink what would it be?
5.) Favourite vegetable?
6.) What was the last book you read?
7.) What zodiac sign are you ?
8.) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings?
9.) Worst Habit?
10.) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?
11.) What is your favorite sport?
12.) Negative or Optimistic attitude?
13.) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
14.) Worst thing to ever happen to you?
15.) Tell me one weird fact about you
16.) Do you have any pets?
17.) What if I showed up at your house unexpectedly?
18.) What was your first impression of me?
19.) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
20.) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
21.) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
22.) What color eyes do you have?
23.) Ever been arrested?
24.) Bottle or Draft?
25.) If you won $10,000 dollars today, what would you do with it?
26.) Would you date me?
27.) Where's your favourite place to hang out?
28.) Do you believe in ghosts?
29.) Favourite thing to do in your spare time?
30.) Do you swear a lot?
31.) Biggest pet peeve?
32.) In one word, how would you describe yourself?
33.) Do you believe in/appreciate romance?
34.) If you could spend 12 hours with me and ask/do anything you like, what would it be?
35.) Do you believe in God?
36.) Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same?
And now, a continuation of the story.
Friday, where did I leave off? Watching some really shitty movie on AMC? Sure, yeah, that's where. Wait, I think it was dinner. I don't remember much, only that for a dinner that was my parents, me, and my boyfriend, it wasn't awkward. Which was weird in and of itself. After dinner I lured him to Supernatural, and I'm thinking we had to have been watching before because it lasted awhile. Then my DVR shrieked about needing to record something, so he told me his haunted house story, which I'm shamelessly ripping off for my NaNo. Shameless! Thing is, sometimes I forget that when he's got the right story, he's a fantastic storyteller. I don't know how I can forget this since it's one of the big things I love about him, but I do. I think it's because half his stories involve him being a dumbass and the other half tend to involve other people being beyond stupid. But his haunted house story freaked me out. I dunno how true it is, despite the disclaimer at the start that if anything he was underselling some of the freaky things, but still. Freaky. Also, I've realized that I'm an odd duck. I love reading/hearing about haunted things, but if presented with the opportunity to visit a real haunted place, I tend to tell people they are out of their damn minds.
Yeah. Then there was more Supernatural, which I almost fell asleep for. Sleep.
If you only want the wedding or the big WTF, seriously, read this part.
We were told that the reception started at 2pm and would last a couple of hours, booze not provided, bring your own, and it was casual if anything.
Everything we were told, except for the booze, was a lie. EVERYTHING. We get there late, thinking it's started already. It hasn't. Everyone is running around like FOOLS because her father is in town [holy SHIT] and he's expecting an actual ceremony and he cannot know they're already legally wed and all that, and oh yeah, this thing is so, so, SO not casual. She's in her bridesmaid dress from Ari's wedding, although this time she looks 900 times better. Seriously, I don't know if it's the hair, the shoes, or wedding glow, but damn. I was pissed that I didn't have my camera.
I tripped going up the stairs and felt like an ass, but that's to be expected. Despite adoring the way the place was decorated [not just for Halloween, although that, too] I felt painfully out of place. And that feeling lasted all fucking day.
Karman's in town to do her part to pretend to wed them and neither one of us wants to be left alone with her Dad because he's scary. She's also pregnant, and there are many congrats being thrown about for her. I spend a huge chunk of the day hiding with Karman or following her and I feel bad about it, but I don't do well in social situations, especially not when someone's scary father is lurking and then finds out his baby girl is already hitched.
The ceremony was pretty, although I laughed to myself repeatedly when some late 90's pop song that was all about sex started blaring during the vows. This was after the bride walked down the aisle to Aeris's theme from FF7. Yuh...huh. There was some country song in the middle. I was in the back and could barely here, I don't think Ryan heard at all, and I almost walked into a spider web. Twice. Huge fucking spider. HUGE, ok?
We'll edit me wandering aimlessly and sitting like a lump on the couch and trying not to make a complete fool of myself and assuring Ryan I was fine, I just don't eat lamb. Nor was I hungry, but a drink would be nice. So I'm sitting there and her father proceeds to hold court [royally speaking, not legally] and I sit there absolutely fucking dumbfounded at the things he's saying. Cass is comparing her wedding to Ari's and then starts trashing Arianne then and there and I can't force myself to say anything because her father is joining in. It's a bash Ari-a-thon. I'm so mad that eventually I walk off because I figure let the girl have her wedding day, let her have her daddy issues, and let them man believe he's a good father to his second daughter. Let them re-write history, because if he honestly thinks he was there for her, the man has a serious screw loose. I knew them three years before I heard one peep from their father, and that was to talk to Ari and specifically request NOT to talk to Cass. Yeah, great father.
But the last straw came when Matt and her father began insulting Derrick, saying he tried too hard to win the old man's approval. That's when I said, fuck it, I'm done. Derrick is one of the nicest people I know. Crazy, but honestly one of the nicest guys/people ever. He puts up with a lot of crap, and doesn't do a lot of talking behind people's backs, and for them to sit there and rake him over the coals for trying to be civil to a man who couldn't be bothered to show up to his oldest child's wedding? Fuck. That. Shit.
So I wandered off to find Mumsy. She's out back chatting with Matt's mother, who seemed really nice, and his new stepfather who also seemed really nice. If Matt weren't such a shit towards animals I'd be tempted to think maybe there was a chance for the happy couple after all. Ryan pours himself whatever his drink was and halfway through wanders off, leaving me to hold both our drinks. I down mine. Lovely. I wander around, nearly end up with giant spider in my hair, and I assure Matt's mother that their first little ceremony was perfectly nice.
I don't know how much time has passed, but it's been awhile. So I sip Ryan's drink, figuring he'll appear any minute and fuss at me for snitching his drink. I down the rest of his drink and he's still nowhere to be found. Eventually he reappears and gets a little huffy that his drink is gone, and I'm still miffed at the goings on of the inside court and by this point I really should have just left. There was no reason for me to stay, but I didn't want his entire stay to have been nothing but a camp out at my house.
Turns out he doesn't feel so good, but he doesn't tell me that until a little later, after I somehow manage to say something that makes the entire room go dead silent for a minute. I don't really think much of that until later when we discuss that I do have a sense of humor, it just doesn't do well in crowds, and he says yeah, he'd noticed. OUCH. Unintentional but still there. WOE.
The conversation keeps returning to that bash-ari place and I'm thinking, "fucking finish opening your gifts, have someone cut the cake, and let me out of here." I couldn't leave before then because they'd blocked the exit with chairs. That's right, I was stuck there unless I wanted to make a big deal about leaving.
Eventually their cake and dessert array is all set up and people oooh and ahhh, and I snag a sliver of key lime pie which was delicious, and then I'm trying to get my mother to leave because holy christ, if I don't get out of there at that second, I'm totally walking home. It still takes forever to leave and by then I'm feeling claustrophobic and grumpy because this is not how I'd hoped things would go. My date is sick and we've spent so little time together it's not funny, the father of the bride is a complete fucking asshole and I cannot speak because I'm sure that if I open my mouth to do anything more than hiss, "Can we go yet?" I will accidentally say, "You know what, sir, I do believe you are a fucking awful father and for you to sit there and bad mouth your other daughter, the one who keeps this one from STARVING when she and her new husband spend all their money on crap and drugs is just beyond me. Fuck you, fuck your homophobic tendancies, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you..." You get the idea. The homophobic bit is from the weekend I spent at his house after Cass graduated high school, and he pretty much said flat out, he'd kill any of his sons if they were gay, and everyone at the table was cool with this aside from the ari and me. No one batted an eyelash. THE FUCK?
We finally escape, I say bye to Kiki, am sad that I didn't get to chat with her [as I think she's awesome] and we're freeeeeeeeeeeeee. With our booze and all. Mom's still stuck on her shrimp and drinks idea, so she heads off to acquire some shrimp and something for Ryan's stomachache, and we sit in the car and kill time. I'm still keyed up and in shock all at once and it's just weird. The whole night felt weird. It's like, eight pm, I'm kinda hungry, but not really, and I feel like I'm going to crawl out of my skin.
We get home, Mom asks me to do something, and I should point out that by this point my feet are killing me. The shoes I picked would have been fine for an afternoon of chatting, munching, and essentially hanging out [what we were told would happen], but soooooooo not for spending the early afternoon straight on til evening praying something would strike the father of the bride deader than dead. So I do it and then go sit in the back of the truck. It's chilly and I can dangle my feet so that I can swing 'em back and forth and not touch the ground because the truck is that tall. Good stuff. Too many people in my day, too many things deviated from the way I was told they'd be, and I get control-freaky at the best of times, so yeah, alone time. Eventually Ryan comes out, I guess the general consensus is that I'm pissy about not having left the reception earlier. And kinda, yeah, maybe, but mostly I wanted to sit outside and not worry about giant spiders, asshole fathers, and putting my foot in my mouth by accident. Explain that, we talk, is nice, we go inside, shrimp! Then we hobble off to watch A Scanner Darkly which I pretty much kept falling almost asleep through, despite actually really liking it. I was just that tired. Did not admit defeat until he'd watched most of Underworld, after complaining that he usually slept through the movie anytime he tried to watch it. I slept through almost the entire thing, only waking up to say "Mmhmm" or "wait for it" or something. I dunno.
I still get all worked up over that, and it's been two weeks. I gots issues.
Sunday was weird. We watched some of his other DVDs and in the middle of The Young Ones or something, Cass and Matt stop by. Cass is going to Ari's and doesn't want to go alone and she asks if we'll go with. I say okay, as I haven't seen her in awhile and this way Matt & Ryan [not her favorite people] can keep each other company while Cass & I run in. Too bad Cass walked right into the "makeover!" trap. Oh yes, we were in there for like an hour and a half. Halfway through she finds out Ryan's here, and I felt sort of weird that I hadn't told her, but our friendship pretty much works best if we ignore the first time he showed up and she was a bitch to him and it was just painfully bad. Like, 8 years later, it's still best not to poke that area too much. Maybe that's because I'm a coward or we both are, I dunno. I did snag makeup out of the deal, which is always fun.
The weirdest part of Sunday was being left in the car while Cass & Ryan went to buy drinks, and Matt and I said very little, but in true girl fashion, I will say he seemed awfully snippy with me. I've given up mentally stabbing you with a sharp object each time I see you and now, now you get snippy? Jesus, man.
Stopped at the store for Mumsy, went home, mauled by the Widget and I attempt to snag alone time with Ryan, but it is not to be. This was when I thought he was going home Monday afternoon, so I'm not thrilled. We watch 300, and again, I keep going to sleep. Lest you think I don't appreciate fine cinema, I should point out that my days tended to start at 5am and his didn't until around 11, so we were running a few hours off from one another.
I blame the snoring. And the getting smacked in the face while he was asleep that one time. But mostly the snoring.
Sleeeeeeeeeep then and sleeeeeeeeeeep now.
That's pretty much all that was of any interest whatsoever.
I'm dying. Sleep.
1.) Can you cook?
2.) What was your dream growing up?
3.) What talent do you wish you had?
4.) If I bought you a drink what would it be?
5.) Favourite vegetable?
6.) What was the last book you read?
7.) What zodiac sign are you ?
8.) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings?
9.) Worst Habit?
10.) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?
11.) What is your favorite sport?
12.) Negative or Optimistic attitude?
13.) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
14.) Worst thing to ever happen to you?
15.) Tell me one weird fact about you
16.) Do you have any pets?
17.) What if I showed up at your house unexpectedly?
18.) What was your first impression of me?
19.) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
20.) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
21.) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
22.) What color eyes do you have?
23.) Ever been arrested?
24.) Bottle or Draft?
25.) If you won $10,000 dollars today, what would you do with it?
26.) Would you date me?
27.) Where's your favourite place to hang out?
28.) Do you believe in ghosts?
29.) Favourite thing to do in your spare time?
30.) Do you swear a lot?
31.) Biggest pet peeve?
32.) In one word, how would you describe yourself?
33.) Do you believe in/appreciate romance?
34.) If you could spend 12 hours with me and ask/do anything you like, what would it be?
35.) Do you believe in God?
36.) Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same?
And now, a continuation of the story.
Friday, where did I leave off? Watching some really shitty movie on AMC? Sure, yeah, that's where. Wait, I think it was dinner. I don't remember much, only that for a dinner that was my parents, me, and my boyfriend, it wasn't awkward. Which was weird in and of itself. After dinner I lured him to Supernatural, and I'm thinking we had to have been watching before because it lasted awhile. Then my DVR shrieked about needing to record something, so he told me his haunted house story, which I'm shamelessly ripping off for my NaNo. Shameless! Thing is, sometimes I forget that when he's got the right story, he's a fantastic storyteller. I don't know how I can forget this since it's one of the big things I love about him, but I do. I think it's because half his stories involve him being a dumbass and the other half tend to involve other people being beyond stupid. But his haunted house story freaked me out. I dunno how true it is, despite the disclaimer at the start that if anything he was underselling some of the freaky things, but still. Freaky. Also, I've realized that I'm an odd duck. I love reading/hearing about haunted things, but if presented with the opportunity to visit a real haunted place, I tend to tell people they are out of their damn minds.
Yeah. Then there was more Supernatural, which I almost fell asleep for. Sleep.
If you only want the wedding or the big WTF, seriously, read this part.
We were told that the reception started at 2pm and would last a couple of hours, booze not provided, bring your own, and it was casual if anything.
Everything we were told, except for the booze, was a lie. EVERYTHING. We get there late, thinking it's started already. It hasn't. Everyone is running around like FOOLS because her father is in town [holy SHIT] and he's expecting an actual ceremony and he cannot know they're already legally wed and all that, and oh yeah, this thing is so, so, SO not casual. She's in her bridesmaid dress from Ari's wedding, although this time she looks 900 times better. Seriously, I don't know if it's the hair, the shoes, or wedding glow, but damn. I was pissed that I didn't have my camera.
I tripped going up the stairs and felt like an ass, but that's to be expected. Despite adoring the way the place was decorated [not just for Halloween, although that, too] I felt painfully out of place. And that feeling lasted all fucking day.
Karman's in town to do her part to pretend to wed them and neither one of us wants to be left alone with her Dad because he's scary. She's also pregnant, and there are many congrats being thrown about for her. I spend a huge chunk of the day hiding with Karman or following her and I feel bad about it, but I don't do well in social situations, especially not when someone's scary father is lurking and then finds out his baby girl is already hitched.
The ceremony was pretty, although I laughed to myself repeatedly when some late 90's pop song that was all about sex started blaring during the vows. This was after the bride walked down the aisle to Aeris's theme from FF7. Yuh...huh. There was some country song in the middle. I was in the back and could barely here, I don't think Ryan heard at all, and I almost walked into a spider web. Twice. Huge fucking spider. HUGE, ok?
We'll edit me wandering aimlessly and sitting like a lump on the couch and trying not to make a complete fool of myself and assuring Ryan I was fine, I just don't eat lamb. Nor was I hungry, but a drink would be nice. So I'm sitting there and her father proceeds to hold court [royally speaking, not legally] and I sit there absolutely fucking dumbfounded at the things he's saying. Cass is comparing her wedding to Ari's and then starts trashing Arianne then and there and I can't force myself to say anything because her father is joining in. It's a bash Ari-a-thon. I'm so mad that eventually I walk off because I figure let the girl have her wedding day, let her have her daddy issues, and let them man believe he's a good father to his second daughter. Let them re-write history, because if he honestly thinks he was there for her, the man has a serious screw loose. I knew them three years before I heard one peep from their father, and that was to talk to Ari and specifically request NOT to talk to Cass. Yeah, great father.
But the last straw came when Matt and her father began insulting Derrick, saying he tried too hard to win the old man's approval. That's when I said, fuck it, I'm done. Derrick is one of the nicest people I know. Crazy, but honestly one of the nicest guys/people ever. He puts up with a lot of crap, and doesn't do a lot of talking behind people's backs, and for them to sit there and rake him over the coals for trying to be civil to a man who couldn't be bothered to show up to his oldest child's wedding? Fuck. That. Shit.
So I wandered off to find Mumsy. She's out back chatting with Matt's mother, who seemed really nice, and his new stepfather who also seemed really nice. If Matt weren't such a shit towards animals I'd be tempted to think maybe there was a chance for the happy couple after all. Ryan pours himself whatever his drink was and halfway through wanders off, leaving me to hold both our drinks. I down mine. Lovely. I wander around, nearly end up with giant spider in my hair, and I assure Matt's mother that their first little ceremony was perfectly nice.
I don't know how much time has passed, but it's been awhile. So I sip Ryan's drink, figuring he'll appear any minute and fuss at me for snitching his drink. I down the rest of his drink and he's still nowhere to be found. Eventually he reappears and gets a little huffy that his drink is gone, and I'm still miffed at the goings on of the inside court and by this point I really should have just left. There was no reason for me to stay, but I didn't want his entire stay to have been nothing but a camp out at my house.
Turns out he doesn't feel so good, but he doesn't tell me that until a little later, after I somehow manage to say something that makes the entire room go dead silent for a minute. I don't really think much of that until later when we discuss that I do have a sense of humor, it just doesn't do well in crowds, and he says yeah, he'd noticed. OUCH. Unintentional but still there. WOE.
The conversation keeps returning to that bash-ari place and I'm thinking, "fucking finish opening your gifts, have someone cut the cake, and let me out of here." I couldn't leave before then because they'd blocked the exit with chairs. That's right, I was stuck there unless I wanted to make a big deal about leaving.
Eventually their cake and dessert array is all set up and people oooh and ahhh, and I snag a sliver of key lime pie which was delicious, and then I'm trying to get my mother to leave because holy christ, if I don't get out of there at that second, I'm totally walking home. It still takes forever to leave and by then I'm feeling claustrophobic and grumpy because this is not how I'd hoped things would go. My date is sick and we've spent so little time together it's not funny, the father of the bride is a complete fucking asshole and I cannot speak because I'm sure that if I open my mouth to do anything more than hiss, "Can we go yet?" I will accidentally say, "You know what, sir, I do believe you are a fucking awful father and for you to sit there and bad mouth your other daughter, the one who keeps this one from STARVING when she and her new husband spend all their money on crap and drugs is just beyond me. Fuck you, fuck your homophobic tendancies, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you..." You get the idea. The homophobic bit is from the weekend I spent at his house after Cass graduated high school, and he pretty much said flat out, he'd kill any of his sons if they were gay, and everyone at the table was cool with this aside from the ari and me. No one batted an eyelash. THE FUCK?
We finally escape, I say bye to Kiki, am sad that I didn't get to chat with her [as I think she's awesome] and we're freeeeeeeeeeeeee. With our booze and all. Mom's still stuck on her shrimp and drinks idea, so she heads off to acquire some shrimp and something for Ryan's stomachache, and we sit in the car and kill time. I'm still keyed up and in shock all at once and it's just weird. The whole night felt weird. It's like, eight pm, I'm kinda hungry, but not really, and I feel like I'm going to crawl out of my skin.
We get home, Mom asks me to do something, and I should point out that by this point my feet are killing me. The shoes I picked would have been fine for an afternoon of chatting, munching, and essentially hanging out [what we were told would happen], but soooooooo not for spending the early afternoon straight on til evening praying something would strike the father of the bride deader than dead. So I do it and then go sit in the back of the truck. It's chilly and I can dangle my feet so that I can swing 'em back and forth and not touch the ground because the truck is that tall. Good stuff. Too many people in my day, too many things deviated from the way I was told they'd be, and I get control-freaky at the best of times, so yeah, alone time. Eventually Ryan comes out, I guess the general consensus is that I'm pissy about not having left the reception earlier. And kinda, yeah, maybe, but mostly I wanted to sit outside and not worry about giant spiders, asshole fathers, and putting my foot in my mouth by accident. Explain that, we talk, is nice, we go inside, shrimp! Then we hobble off to watch A Scanner Darkly which I pretty much kept falling almost asleep through, despite actually really liking it. I was just that tired. Did not admit defeat until he'd watched most of Underworld, after complaining that he usually slept through the movie anytime he tried to watch it. I slept through almost the entire thing, only waking up to say "Mmhmm" or "wait for it" or something. I dunno.
I still get all worked up over that, and it's been two weeks. I gots issues.
Sunday was weird. We watched some of his other DVDs and in the middle of The Young Ones or something, Cass and Matt stop by. Cass is going to Ari's and doesn't want to go alone and she asks if we'll go with. I say okay, as I haven't seen her in awhile and this way Matt & Ryan [not her favorite people] can keep each other company while Cass & I run in. Too bad Cass walked right into the "makeover!" trap. Oh yes, we were in there for like an hour and a half. Halfway through she finds out Ryan's here, and I felt sort of weird that I hadn't told her, but our friendship pretty much works best if we ignore the first time he showed up and she was a bitch to him and it was just painfully bad. Like, 8 years later, it's still best not to poke that area too much. Maybe that's because I'm a coward or we both are, I dunno. I did snag makeup out of the deal, which is always fun.
The weirdest part of Sunday was being left in the car while Cass & Ryan went to buy drinks, and Matt and I said very little, but in true girl fashion, I will say he seemed awfully snippy with me. I've given up mentally stabbing you with a sharp object each time I see you and now, now you get snippy? Jesus, man.
Stopped at the store for Mumsy, went home, mauled by the Widget and I attempt to snag alone time with Ryan, but it is not to be. This was when I thought he was going home Monday afternoon, so I'm not thrilled. We watch 300, and again, I keep going to sleep. Lest you think I don't appreciate fine cinema, I should point out that my days tended to start at 5am and his didn't until around 11, so we were running a few hours off from one another.
I blame the snoring. And the getting smacked in the face while he was asleep that one time. But mostly the snoring.
Sleeeeeeeeeep then and sleeeeeeeeeeep now.
That's pretty much all that was of any interest whatsoever.
I'm dying. Sleep.