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liptonrm_backupSometimes a break is exactly what the psyche needs. I am a little shamed by my drama queen ways but sometimes when you're having a shitty evening all you really want to do is yell at fandom because fandom can take it.
Still feeling pretty shitty, but vicodin is my best friend so that's all good. I have hot cocoa and cinnamon toast and lots of chocolate so I think I'll weather the storm.
Went to a Scottish/Indian Wedding on Friday. My family is so crazy, you guys. See, my cousin married a guy whose parents are from India so there were some Indian elements to the ceremony, which were very nice (there were also some Catholic elements to the ceremony which must have been nearly as foreign as the Indian parts to my Baptist grandmother, but I digress). If that had been the extent of everything my cousins would not have earned all of the laughter my father, brothers, and I had at their expense, but, oh no, that would've been too sane. See, that side of the family is obssessed with our collective Scottish heritage. Completely obssessed.* So there were bagpipes and an honor guard in full Scottish regalia and my uncle was in a kilt and as a part of the ceremony he gave the groom a clan tartan. Oh, and they said that they were sorry that all of their relatives from India and Scotland couldn't be here. People, we don't have any relatives in Scotland, that we know of, and certainly none that we would invite to a wedding. We are not Scottish, we have some Scottish in us but we are not Scottish.
I mean, hell, I'm a German as I am Scottish, and that's not saying much. *facepalms* It was pretty freaking funny. But the food at the reception was good, even if we did have to listen to soft jazz. The more weddings I go to the more I learn about what not to do if I ever have one of my own. Americans can be so completely ridiculous.
That was the one time where I was grateful for being sickly because as the hall got louder and louder and I got more and more uncomfortable the Da was able to make our excuses and get us all out of there.
And now I am going to go take a nap. Apparently just remembering the whole ordeal is enough to wear me out. Still have to do my laundry today. Stupid laundry.
mmmmm bed ...
*My paternal grandmother's father's family is from Scotland, by way of Canada. So that begs the question, where was the Tim Horton's at the reception, eh?
Still feeling pretty shitty, but vicodin is my best friend so that's all good. I have hot cocoa and cinnamon toast and lots of chocolate so I think I'll weather the storm.
Went to a Scottish/Indian Wedding on Friday. My family is so crazy, you guys. See, my cousin married a guy whose parents are from India so there were some Indian elements to the ceremony, which were very nice (there were also some Catholic elements to the ceremony which must have been nearly as foreign as the Indian parts to my Baptist grandmother, but I digress). If that had been the extent of everything my cousins would not have earned all of the laughter my father, brothers, and I had at their expense, but, oh no, that would've been too sane. See, that side of the family is obssessed with our collective Scottish heritage. Completely obssessed.* So there were bagpipes and an honor guard in full Scottish regalia and my uncle was in a kilt and as a part of the ceremony he gave the groom a clan tartan. Oh, and they said that they were sorry that all of their relatives from India and Scotland couldn't be here. People, we don't have any relatives in Scotland, that we know of, and certainly none that we would invite to a wedding. We are not Scottish, we have some Scottish in us but we are not Scottish.
I mean, hell, I'm a German as I am Scottish, and that's not saying much. *facepalms* It was pretty freaking funny. But the food at the reception was good, even if we did have to listen to soft jazz. The more weddings I go to the more I learn about what not to do if I ever have one of my own. Americans can be so completely ridiculous.
That was the one time where I was grateful for being sickly because as the hall got louder and louder and I got more and more uncomfortable the Da was able to make our excuses and get us all out of there.
And now I am going to go take a nap. Apparently just remembering the whole ordeal is enough to wear me out. Still have to do my laundry today. Stupid laundry.
mmmmm bed ...
*My paternal grandmother's father's family is from Scotland, by way of Canada. So that begs the question, where was the Tim Horton's at the reception, eh?
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Date: 2008-03-04 06:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-04 06:47 pm (UTC)*My paternal grandmother's father's family is from Scotland, by way of Canada. So that begs the question, where was the Tim Horton's at the reception, eh?
That would have been the pièce de résistance, mais oui? *g*
Hope you're feeling better soon!
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Date: 2008-03-05 12:18 am (UTC)