Post by Toxic Shadow on Aug 14, 2006 12:24:26 GMT -5
Yeah, I'm being kind odd, I guess, today. Whatever. Anyway my cousin just got married, and it was a two-day wedding. She got married on Saturday and had the reception yesterday. And I just felt like talking about it!
When they actually got married it was at the beach. It was really pretty 'cause we were all on a cliff that had a gazebo that looked over the ocean, and her and her husband got married standing in that. Oh, and a pod of dolphins swam by a little after there vows! Then we all took pictures together an stuff and they cut the cake. Which was really cool cause my other cousin's boyfriend, who was the best man, made it from scratch. Then we just all kinda hung out, talked, starred out at the sea.
Then there is yesterday. Rawr, I'm so sore. My cousin had rented some club hall place thingy, and it was all set up with tables and stuff. It was actually boring at first. We were all just sitting around. But, after eating, we started dancing and stuff. Eh, my mom made me slow dance with my dad to get a picture. That was horrible since my dad can't dance if his life depended on it. Then we watched this slide-show with pictures of the lives of my cousin and her husband. Showing them as kids growing up, and from the time they met each other. Then more dancing, but fast this time. I danced with a lot of other girls in a group, and we were all messing around and stuff. They cut yet another home-made cake, this time made by my aunt, my cuz's mom. They opened presents and then it got boring again cause we were kind of just hanging out and cleaning up. And I helped, cause a lot of other people were too drunk to.
Actually I got mad at my parents later on. They had a keg of beer at the party, so they both started drinking and stuff. My dad was being an idiot, to say the least, and my mom was just being weird/stupid. She was supposed to be the driver home, but near the ending, when we were supposed to leave, she kept trying to drink and I had to take her cups away from her three times. And my brother had pulled our car up closer to the exit and my mom was freaking out asking my brother where he moved it and it was right infront of her, so ya. And I just so happened to wear heeled shoes yesterday and I could hardly walk after all the dancing, cleaning, and lifted things around.
Oh, and I can't forget that the keg was still half full when it was over, so they brought it over to my house and people came over here, which added to my anger. I hate being around drunk people, if you haven't figured out that yet. And this morning I woke up and me feet, ankles, and knees are all really sore. I even have a big bruise on my left foot.
And so that concludes my 'little' story/rant thing....
When they actually got married it was at the beach. It was really pretty 'cause we were all on a cliff that had a gazebo that looked over the ocean, and her and her husband got married standing in that. Oh, and a pod of dolphins swam by a little after there vows! Then we all took pictures together an stuff and they cut the cake. Which was really cool cause my other cousin's boyfriend, who was the best man, made it from scratch. Then we just all kinda hung out, talked, starred out at the sea.
Then there is yesterday. Rawr, I'm so sore. My cousin had rented some club hall place thingy, and it was all set up with tables and stuff. It was actually boring at first. We were all just sitting around. But, after eating, we started dancing and stuff. Eh, my mom made me slow dance with my dad to get a picture. That was horrible since my dad can't dance if his life depended on it. Then we watched this slide-show with pictures of the lives of my cousin and her husband. Showing them as kids growing up, and from the time they met each other. Then more dancing, but fast this time. I danced with a lot of other girls in a group, and we were all messing around and stuff. They cut yet another home-made cake, this time made by my aunt, my cuz's mom. They opened presents and then it got boring again cause we were kind of just hanging out and cleaning up. And I helped, cause a lot of other people were too drunk to.
Actually I got mad at my parents later on. They had a keg of beer at the party, so they both started drinking and stuff. My dad was being an idiot, to say the least, and my mom was just being weird/stupid. She was supposed to be the driver home, but near the ending, when we were supposed to leave, she kept trying to drink and I had to take her cups away from her three times. And my brother had pulled our car up closer to the exit and my mom was freaking out asking my brother where he moved it and it was right infront of her, so ya. And I just so happened to wear heeled shoes yesterday and I could hardly walk after all the dancing, cleaning, and lifted things around.
Oh, and I can't forget that the keg was still half full when it was over, so they brought it over to my house and people came over here, which added to my anger. I hate being around drunk people, if you haven't figured out that yet. And this morning I woke up and me feet, ankles, and knees are all really sore. I even have a big bruise on my left foot.
And so that concludes my 'little' story/rant thing....