badbadzoot's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Now it's Saturday's turn! so yes! Today's entry is all about Saturday! Huzzah! again, BUT FIRST! The damn vending machine is broken again. Those dang crazy mexicans keep breaking it! What the hell?! I WANT SOME $$%#@&! CHEETOS! And it sounds like the South (well New Orleans) is turning into some futuristic 3rd world crazy anarchist state like in the movies. GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF PEOPLE! This is no time to panic and shoot and threaten emergency workers for pete's sake! damn. So last Saturday, what did I do, what did I do. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. oh yes. Woke up early to get my hair done because I am lazy and it's not everyday that I get to go to a wedding. Although they are happening more often. After that I went shopping with Grandma's credit cards! heck yeah! Thanks Grams! After that I went back to Grams, actually put a dress on (I brought pants just in case I didn't want to wear a dress, because I don't like dressing up) and make up too! The whole 9 yards! wowsers! The wedding was at 2pm. It was nice. Small, I expected more people, but that's okay. I don't enjoy large weddings. This was comfortable. The reception was at 6pm because it was in a different city. Niagara Falls to be exact. Now I've been to Niagara Falls plenty of times. More than I'd like to admit to. But it never fails, every time I'm there I get myself "lost". And it's not really LOST lost, because I always find where I need to be. I "misplace" myself. That sounds better. Well not really. So the stinking hotel was hiding in a corner behind everything and me and my brothers and parents kept driving by it. Duh. AND THEN we weren't allowed to park in their parking lot unless we were staying at the hotel for a night. WHAT???????? &^%$$#$@&!*(!((@&#*@^#&@%!$@!$#%@$%^@! Nobody was happy about that. And my step-sister (the bride) didn't know that until they got there, so she was sorry. We had to park in a garage. Ugh. I parked in a different garage than my brothers and parents (it was cheaper too- ha ha!) and I got all discombobulated and confused and lost myself AGAIN! Even though the stupid hotel was right across the street from the garage. OMIGOSH I'M A FREAKING IDIOT. I literally walked around the block until I realized "Oh there it is!". oi vey. So the reception was finally under way and it was a good time. The food was decent enough. There was roast beef. mmmmmm. REAL roast beef. yum. The south doesn't know what roast beef is. And that's another thing, I didn't get to eat all the comfort foods I wanted to while back home. But I did get in a few chicken wings and a submarine sandwich. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. (starting to drool) BACK TO THE STORY! The reception was really fun, as it should be! But I've been to some receptions where it felt I was at a funeral or something. They were just not fun. My little bro was putting on a show for everyone. When it came time for the bouquet throw, he was front and center. I wrestled him and a step-uncle pushed us both out of the way for his daughter to catch it. Which she did. It was funny though. I'm not sure if we have a good picture of it though. If we do, I'll post it, I promise. My mother still hasn't downloaded her pictures yet from her digital. I won't be developing mine until this weekend. So you all will have to wait! Oh the suspense! My little bro was also taking the disposables from the tables and taking really dumb pictures. My step-sister will end up having pictures of butter packs, soup, watches, the floor, etc. in her wedding album. He thinks he's so darn funny. Which he is. We only keep him around for entertainment purposes. I was supposed to go to the Casino after the reception with friends, but they all bailed on me because they are LOSERS!!!! Oh well, I went to a bar instead with my brothers! ha ha! And if you ever decide to go to Niagara Falls, do yourself a favor and stay on the Canadian side. It's prettier, smells better, is cleaner, and you can see the falls better. Canada rawks! I bought Mr. B a Canadian t-shirt while I was there. Because when we first met he kept asking me if I say "eh" at the end of my sentences. (Remember, I'm from the area, but I'm not Canadian- you hoser!). The first time he asked was sincere, but now he makes fun of me. So I bought him a t-shirt that says "Canadian, Eh!" on the front and has a list of questions on the back to see if you are really Canadian or not. HA! TAKE THAT MR. B!!! And he wears it with pride. he he heeeee. So that's pretty much what happened Saturday. I wish I had pictures to show you now, buuuuut I don't. sorry. Until tomorrow my peeps! 1:32 p.m. - 2005-09-01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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