Wedding #1
Oct. 2nd, 2005 09:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ninjasinI'm back from my foray into Elyria, OH, where my cousin Justin and his fiance, Samantha, got married. The ceremony was quite beautiful (I teared up a little when they talked about the things my Uncle Jeff had once told the pastor before he died), Sam was gorgeous and I've never seen Justin smile that much before. I got to see a whole bunch of my family that I haven't seen since Christmas (and won't see again for quite a while) and had a fun time all-around.
Once again, I'll reiterate how funny I look wearing makeup. Apparently I'm the only one that thinks so because I got tons of compliments on the way I looked. I was wearing a black skirt with a black swater top that had white accents. I looked pretty good, but my hair kept fighting with me when I was getting ready. I decided to pull the sides back ad have the two tendreils hanging down in the front (I look cute with my hair like that). Problem was, the clips I use to do so didn't match my outfit in the slightest. So what do I do? I pull out some bobbie pins and use them to hold the sides up. THe left side behaved, but the right side demanded to be a pain in my ass. I finally got it to work (after several dead bobbie pins were thrown across the bathroom) and I added these cute rhinestone baretts to the 'do. It looked good and lasted fairly well until I allowed myself to be dragged onto the dancefloor. After that, the sides were still pulled back, but the neatness had gone out the window. *sighs*
My cousin, Ryan's girlfried is insane. I've never known somone to talk that much in my whole life. She just runs at the mouth constantly. And it only got worse when she got drunk. I think it was her mission to get me drunk, because she kept bringing me drinks and whatnot. Being as I was staying with my 86 year old grandma, I opted not to get drunk, but man was she persistant. I just nurseed my drinks throughout the night. I still had five, but I stayed sober. And wow is she a clingy, touchy drunk. She kept hanging on me and stuff. It was rather uncomfortable, so I found ways to be elsewhere (I did have a lot of family to talk to). Don't get me wrong, she's a nice girl, just wild - really wild.
A good portion of us grandkids were at the wedding, so we had to sit for the grandkid's photo for a whole bunch of people (including the professional photographer). So, we piled together on a couch and a couple chairs and pics were snapped. Then they pulled in Sam (the bride), Jessica (Ryan's gf), Laura (Brent's gf) and Danielle (cousin Drew's gf) into the picture with us. They were paired with their boys and I was in the middle with my cousin Leigh (married) and my other cousin Terry (practically engaged) on either side of me. I felt so very, very lonely. For the most part, being single hasn't bothered me, but things like weddings and the like (especially this damn picture) remind me how much I hate to be alone yet also remind me that I am. *sighs* Oh well. I'm used to it.
All my family seem excited about my move to Denver and I have a ton of support. Dad's looking into frequent flyer miles to get Brent's ticket back to Pittsburgh, we've got plans to stop halfway there in St. Louis for the night and see my Aunt Linda, Uncle Jim, Leigh, Lauren and Drew (cousins). I've also leanred that the son of my grandma's companion lives in Denver and I apparently have a first cousin I've never met named Steven living in Denver. I'm going to try and move my U-Haul reservation back a couple days so we can head out on Saturday the 22nd bright and early instead of on Sunday allowing us to have time to hangf with the St. Louis crew and it works better with my brother's job (thankfully he works for my father). It's exciting and from what I gather from other people, Mom seems to really be okay with it all. Laura said something about finally letting me go. I'm not sure I understand since this quiet acceptance thing is something I've never had from her before when it comes to my life choices. Usually it's a frustrated, angry acceptance because she knows she can't stop me, so this quite thing I really don't know how to handle. Maybe it's the fact that I can't get the feeling that she thinks I'm abandoning her or something out of my system. Yet another 'oh well'... I'll never understand my mother, but I do understand she loves me and that's enough.
Funny thing that happened to Laura and I on the drive up to the wedding. We took the Pennsylvania Turnpike all the way and continued onto the Ohio Turnpike, but at the toll-booth between the two turnpikes the guy working it hit on us (we were dressed ready for the wedding and looked smashing). He hit on us so much that he yelled after us, partially stepping out of the booth, when Laura drove off. That was certainly a first and wouldn't have been too bad except for the embrassment and the fact the guy was a mid-forties guy with a flattop haircut. But still, a first.
I guess that's about it for Wedding #1. I'm sure I'll have more for Wedding #2 (and hopefully pics as I'm in that wedding) at the end of the week. Until then, I have work. Lots of work, meaning ten hour shifts as I am limited in the days I can work. Right now, I'm tired.
Once again, I'll reiterate how funny I look wearing makeup. Apparently I'm the only one that thinks so because I got tons of compliments on the way I looked. I was wearing a black skirt with a black swater top that had white accents. I looked pretty good, but my hair kept fighting with me when I was getting ready. I decided to pull the sides back ad have the two tendreils hanging down in the front (I look cute with my hair like that). Problem was, the clips I use to do so didn't match my outfit in the slightest. So what do I do? I pull out some bobbie pins and use them to hold the sides up. THe left side behaved, but the right side demanded to be a pain in my ass. I finally got it to work (after several dead bobbie pins were thrown across the bathroom) and I added these cute rhinestone baretts to the 'do. It looked good and lasted fairly well until I allowed myself to be dragged onto the dancefloor. After that, the sides were still pulled back, but the neatness had gone out the window. *sighs*
My cousin, Ryan's girlfried is insane. I've never known somone to talk that much in my whole life. She just runs at the mouth constantly. And it only got worse when she got drunk. I think it was her mission to get me drunk, because she kept bringing me drinks and whatnot. Being as I was staying with my 86 year old grandma, I opted not to get drunk, but man was she persistant. I just nurseed my drinks throughout the night. I still had five, but I stayed sober. And wow is she a clingy, touchy drunk. She kept hanging on me and stuff. It was rather uncomfortable, so I found ways to be elsewhere (I did have a lot of family to talk to). Don't get me wrong, she's a nice girl, just wild - really wild.
A good portion of us grandkids were at the wedding, so we had to sit for the grandkid's photo for a whole bunch of people (including the professional photographer). So, we piled together on a couch and a couple chairs and pics were snapped. Then they pulled in Sam (the bride), Jessica (Ryan's gf), Laura (Brent's gf) and Danielle (cousin Drew's gf) into the picture with us. They were paired with their boys and I was in the middle with my cousin Leigh (married) and my other cousin Terry (practically engaged) on either side of me. I felt so very, very lonely. For the most part, being single hasn't bothered me, but things like weddings and the like (especially this damn picture) remind me how much I hate to be alone yet also remind me that I am. *sighs* Oh well. I'm used to it.
All my family seem excited about my move to Denver and I have a ton of support. Dad's looking into frequent flyer miles to get Brent's ticket back to Pittsburgh, we've got plans to stop halfway there in St. Louis for the night and see my Aunt Linda, Uncle Jim, Leigh, Lauren and Drew (cousins). I've also leanred that the son of my grandma's companion lives in Denver and I apparently have a first cousin I've never met named Steven living in Denver. I'm going to try and move my U-Haul reservation back a couple days so we can head out on Saturday the 22nd bright and early instead of on Sunday allowing us to have time to hangf with the St. Louis crew and it works better with my brother's job (thankfully he works for my father). It's exciting and from what I gather from other people, Mom seems to really be okay with it all. Laura said something about finally letting me go. I'm not sure I understand since this quiet acceptance thing is something I've never had from her before when it comes to my life choices. Usually it's a frustrated, angry acceptance because she knows she can't stop me, so this quite thing I really don't know how to handle. Maybe it's the fact that I can't get the feeling that she thinks I'm abandoning her or something out of my system. Yet another 'oh well'... I'll never understand my mother, but I do understand she loves me and that's enough.
Funny thing that happened to Laura and I on the drive up to the wedding. We took the Pennsylvania Turnpike all the way and continued onto the Ohio Turnpike, but at the toll-booth between the two turnpikes the guy working it hit on us (we were dressed ready for the wedding and looked smashing). He hit on us so much that he yelled after us, partially stepping out of the booth, when Laura drove off. That was certainly a first and wouldn't have been too bad except for the embrassment and the fact the guy was a mid-forties guy with a flattop haircut. But still, a first.
I guess that's about it for Wedding #1. I'm sure I'll have more for Wedding #2 (and hopefully pics as I'm in that wedding) at the end of the week. Until then, I have work. Lots of work, meaning ten hour shifts as I am limited in the days I can work. Right now, I'm tired.
