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clevermanka) wrote2011-08-31 04:09 pm
clevermanka) wrote2011-08-31 04:09 pm
The week that was
Holy jeez. Been a while.
The trip to Omaha was fine. The drive up was stressful because of weird detour issues and it taking a lot longer than reported. We didn't have time to stop by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mckitterick's brother's house or the grocery store before the wedding rehearsal, but went straight to the church once we reached the city. From the church we went to the father of the groom's for dinner. There were two things I could eat (a grilled chicken breast and some canned olives) at the rehearsal dinner, so I was relieved.
I woke up on Saturday with one of Those Headaches. Not optimal. During the pre-ceremony photo session I was able to lay down in the side chapel, though, and managed to fall asleep just enough to get the edge off. That was one benefit to attending a Catholic wedding. Side chapel FTW. The wedding party had to be a the church at noon for photos, and reception ended at 11:00pm. So that was Saturday.
By Sunday I was done with people. I hid in the basement and pretended to be asleep for a few hours in order to avoid being a very unpleasant person. Seventy-two hours of non-stop exposure to people--especially people I didn't know well--was beyond my limit. And when I say non-stop exposure I meanmckitterick and I even shared a sleeping room. My only refuge was the bathroom, and with many people staying in the house, the bathroom wasn't somewhere I could really hang out, you know? Plus, well, bathroom.
I met and got along great with one ofmckitterick's cousins, though. I also hit it off with one of the other groomsmen. I'm not saying people weren't nice (although some of them were super clique-ish), but my god so many people and for so long.
The dress looked great. And got a few compliments. So yay. What people really went nuts over were my shoes. I got probably five comments from total strangers about them. Two of the shoe compliments were from men. I mean, I know they're awesome, but wow. And I have to say, after wearing them for more than twelve hours, I'm ready to hunt down more pairs. My feet were fine when I finally got the shoes off after midnight.
The biggest problem of the weekend for me was I never had time to go to a grocery store, as planned. So I didn't eat much during the weekend. That probably didn't help my energy and tolerance levels. I tried to think of it as practice for my dancer-day fasts at KCRF. Ha. Ha-ha. Oh, and on Saturday night I burned my leg on the exhaust pipe of the Crossfire. Don't ask. It doesn't hurt now (unless I touch it), but it's going to leave a scar.
I'm fine with not going to Omaha again for a long time.
Home Sunday night. Slept for crap. Didn't feel like doing much on Monday due to exhaustion and G.I. unhappiness from the weird and infrequent eating over the weekend.
Monday night I went to the Deke Dickerson show at Knuckleheads. Disappointing. Deke's an amazing musician and usually puts on a fantastic show, but this one...it was like he was just phoning it in. Granted, they were an hour late because of car trouble coming up from Dallas. But still. There was this schtick thing going where their bass player was dressed up as a gorilla and that would've been fine, a few monkey jokes here and there, but the chatter was excessive and boring, and there was way too much time between songs while Bass Player Gorilla had to readjust stuff because he couldn't see very well through the mask, and to be honest he wasn't really that great of a player to begin with, so his already-not-stellar abilities were hampered by the costume. Blah. My ride and I agreed to leave after the first set.
Tuesday, thankfully, was productive. I feel like I got my vacation-time's worth out of taking that day off. I have four warm-weather cholis, now. I also got a bit of relaxation accomplished--mmmm, sitting my ass on the couch and re-reading a beloved book.
I haven't exercised a lick in over a week, and my months of exercise leading up to faire have been pretty weak. Literally. My two performance days this weekend will be interesting. Medic!
The trip to Omaha was fine. The drive up was stressful because of weird detour issues and it taking a lot longer than reported. We didn't have time to stop by
mckitterick's brother's house or the grocery store before the wedding rehearsal, but went straight to the church once we reached the city. From the church we went to the father of the groom's for dinner. There were two things I could eat (a grilled chicken breast and some canned olives) at the rehearsal dinner, so I was relieved. I woke up on Saturday with one of Those Headaches. Not optimal. During the pre-ceremony photo session I was able to lay down in the side chapel, though, and managed to fall asleep just enough to get the edge off. That was one benefit to attending a Catholic wedding. Side chapel FTW. The wedding party had to be a the church at noon for photos, and reception ended at 11:00pm. So that was Saturday.
By Sunday I was done with people. I hid in the basement and pretended to be asleep for a few hours in order to avoid being a very unpleasant person. Seventy-two hours of non-stop exposure to people--especially people I didn't know well--was beyond my limit. And when I say non-stop exposure I mean
mckitterick and I even shared a sleeping room. My only refuge was the bathroom, and with many people staying in the house, the bathroom wasn't somewhere I could really hang out, you know? Plus, well, bathroom. I met and got along great with one of
mckitterick's cousins, though. I also hit it off with one of the other groomsmen. I'm not saying people weren't nice (although some of them were super clique-ish), but my god so many people and for so long. The dress looked great. And got a few compliments. So yay. What people really went nuts over were my shoes. I got probably five comments from total strangers about them. Two of the shoe compliments were from men. I mean, I know they're awesome, but wow. And I have to say, after wearing them for more than twelve hours, I'm ready to hunt down more pairs. My feet were fine when I finally got the shoes off after midnight.
The biggest problem of the weekend for me was I never had time to go to a grocery store, as planned. So I didn't eat much during the weekend. That probably didn't help my energy and tolerance levels. I tried to think of it as practice for my dancer-day fasts at KCRF. Ha. Ha-ha. Oh, and on Saturday night I burned my leg on the exhaust pipe of the Crossfire. Don't ask. It doesn't hurt now (unless I touch it), but it's going to leave a scar.
I'm fine with not going to Omaha again for a long time.
Home Sunday night. Slept for crap. Didn't feel like doing much on Monday due to exhaustion and G.I. unhappiness from the weird and infrequent eating over the weekend.
Monday night I went to the Deke Dickerson show at Knuckleheads. Disappointing. Deke's an amazing musician and usually puts on a fantastic show, but this one...it was like he was just phoning it in. Granted, they were an hour late because of car trouble coming up from Dallas. But still. There was this schtick thing going where their bass player was dressed up as a gorilla and that would've been fine, a few monkey jokes here and there, but the chatter was excessive and boring, and there was way too much time between songs while Bass Player Gorilla had to readjust stuff because he couldn't see very well through the mask, and to be honest he wasn't really that great of a player to begin with, so his already-not-stellar abilities were hampered by the costume. Blah. My ride and I agreed to leave after the first set.
Tuesday, thankfully, was productive. I feel like I got my vacation-time's worth out of taking that day off. I have four warm-weather cholis, now. I also got a bit of relaxation accomplished--mmmm, sitting my ass on the couch and re-reading a beloved book.
I haven't exercised a lick in over a week, and my months of exercise leading up to faire have been pretty weak. Literally. My two performance days this weekend will be interesting. Medic!