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So to cap off a really odd weekend, the water main to my house broke yesterday just after noon. It was *just* the one to *my* house, of course. The only saving grace was that it was on *their* side of the main shutoff, so I am out ZERO DOLLARS for the fix. The bad part? I was homeless for a night as there was no water. :(
So I camped out at my parent's house. My brother was on the Cape with his wife and kids so I stayed in the bed he's been using for the last few weeks while *his* house has no water or septic hooked up during the addition build. If my water is not back tonight when I get home I will have to fight him for the bed... Not really, because my Dad left this morning on a business trip so I could always take his bed... Hopefully that won't be necessary.
The Story of My Weekend (cut for the disinterested):
I took Friday off work and picked my brother up bright and early so we could drive the nearly four hundred miles to make it to my cousin's wedding that night. It rained pretty much the whole trip, and we're not talking the pretty, picturesque rain, we are talking the honking big rainstorm rain. I drive. My brother heckles me for a while, then falls asleep (bastard!).
We get into town and meet my parents at the hotel (we were gonna stay with our Uncle Vin because there was not a hotel room to be had (the Mormons were in town en masse), but my Dad worked some magic and he got our family two hotel rooms. Since the time I was big enough not to sleep on a hotel room cot, we've broken the family up by gender while staying in hotels. I roomed with my mom, my brother shared with my dad).
The wedding was at a banquet hall and officiated by a Justice of the Peace. It was supposed to be outside, but sadly, it rained. So we were crammed into the dining hall, and the (very short) ceremony took place on the raised dais where the head table was going to sit.
The bridesmaids dresses had the same thing wrong with them most bridesmaids dresses do. The look good on a mannequin that is a perfectly propotioned size two, and do *not* look good on real women. My cousin-by-marriage couldn't keep hers up (it was loose in all the wrong places, and too tight where it should have been looser) and she is generously sized in front and on top, if you know what I mean. Sadly, a lot of that could have been avoided if the dresses weren't strapless.
The bride was a confection in her glittery strapless gown - all frothy and sparkly. And a little bit foul-mouthed as well. All-in-all it was a "Insta-Wedding - just add water and shake" like so many weddings are. By the book, following that old tired wedding script of ceremony, pictures, receiving line, introduction of the wedding party, dinner, dancing, bouquet throwing, garter tossing, too loud music DJ, and everything that goes along with it. Two saving graces - total open bar, and the guest favours were spruce-tree saplings. A nod to my cousin-the-groom's desire to be a forest ranger - or work in conservation somewhere.
I sat at a table with my brother, wife-of-a-groomsman, two cousins by marriage (teenagers, both), and a friend-of-the-family and her fourteen year old son. The friend-of-the-family was interesting (I've met her before) to talk to, and she is a nurse on the liver transpant team. The wife-of-a-groomsman was delightful to talk to because at the last family wedding (last August) she and her husband were not married yet and they planned to do something really crazy and go to Vegas and get married by Elvis (they got the three-song package). Which she said was wonderful and fun and amazing and all five families involved got to come (her mother and stepdad and sibling from Wyoming, her father and his current girl (and *girl* is the appropriate word) from Califonia, his father and his father's family from Germany, his mother and his mother's family also Germany, and my cousins who hosted him as an exchange student back when he was fifteen and adopted him as offspring and sibling - witness him being groomsman in all three of the siblings weddings). Sadly her husband (the groomsman) had to sit at the head table and I didn't get as much chance to talk with him.
So we leave the reception around 11:30 to return to the hotel. Next morning my Uncle Vin comes for breakfast with us and then my cousins (The Best Man and A Bridesmaid) also arrive and we go wander around an Arts Festival. Around 1:30 my brother and I decide to get on the road home. We get home and I find a message telling me that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gwendolyngrace *DID NOT* go to California like she planned on Friday (remember all those rain storms I drove through? She couldn't fly out when she needed to, so she cancelled the trip). We meet for dinner at a Thai restaurant we like and talk about our repective bizarre and not good weekends (she spent hers sewing for next month's vacation).
She invited me out the next night for Etheopian food withjiggery_pokery and dezzikitty and friends. I said "maybe" since I was exhausted from the whirlwind trip. I get up on Sunday to the water pipe break in my front yard and decide to hell with it, I'm going out to dinner to salvage *something* fun from the weekend.
I'd never had Etheopian food before. So YUMMY!!! The dinner was amazingly delicious, and the company was superb. A lovely, calm end to a rather hectic and not-so-much-fun weekend.
And I get into work today to find that they changed the locks to all the office suites without warning and I can't get in. I do manage to figure that out and now have to take some time to get the new keys copied for my co-workers - and mail one out to the co-worker who is on travel and will next be here on Friday, when I am off and can't let her in.
It must have been a mystical convergence weekend!
So I camped out at my parent's house. My brother was on the Cape with his wife and kids so I stayed in the bed he's been using for the last few weeks while *his* house has no water or septic hooked up during the addition build. If my water is not back tonight when I get home I will have to fight him for the bed... Not really, because my Dad left this morning on a business trip so I could always take his bed... Hopefully that won't be necessary.
The Story of My Weekend (cut for the disinterested):
I took Friday off work and picked my brother up bright and early so we could drive the nearly four hundred miles to make it to my cousin's wedding that night. It rained pretty much the whole trip, and we're not talking the pretty, picturesque rain, we are talking the honking big rainstorm rain. I drive. My brother heckles me for a while, then falls asleep (bastard!).
We get into town and meet my parents at the hotel (we were gonna stay with our Uncle Vin because there was not a hotel room to be had (the Mormons were in town en masse), but my Dad worked some magic and he got our family two hotel rooms. Since the time I was big enough not to sleep on a hotel room cot, we've broken the family up by gender while staying in hotels. I roomed with my mom, my brother shared with my dad).
The wedding was at a banquet hall and officiated by a Justice of the Peace. It was supposed to be outside, but sadly, it rained. So we were crammed into the dining hall, and the (very short) ceremony took place on the raised dais where the head table was going to sit.
The bridesmaids dresses had the same thing wrong with them most bridesmaids dresses do. The look good on a mannequin that is a perfectly propotioned size two, and do *not* look good on real women. My cousin-by-marriage couldn't keep hers up (it was loose in all the wrong places, and too tight where it should have been looser) and she is generously sized in front and on top, if you know what I mean. Sadly, a lot of that could have been avoided if the dresses weren't strapless.
The bride was a confection in her glittery strapless gown - all frothy and sparkly. And a little bit foul-mouthed as well. All-in-all it was a "Insta-Wedding - just add water and shake" like so many weddings are. By the book, following that old tired wedding script of ceremony, pictures, receiving line, introduction of the wedding party, dinner, dancing, bouquet throwing, garter tossing, too loud music DJ, and everything that goes along with it. Two saving graces - total open bar, and the guest favours were spruce-tree saplings. A nod to my cousin-the-groom's desire to be a forest ranger - or work in conservation somewhere.
I sat at a table with my brother, wife-of-a-groomsman, two cousins by marriage (teenagers, both), and a friend-of-the-family and her fourteen year old son. The friend-of-the-family was interesting (I've met her before) to talk to, and she is a nurse on the liver transpant team. The wife-of-a-groomsman was delightful to talk to because at the last family wedding (last August) she and her husband were not married yet and they planned to do something really crazy and go to Vegas and get married by Elvis (they got the three-song package). Which she said was wonderful and fun and amazing and all five families involved got to come (her mother and stepdad and sibling from Wyoming, her father and his current girl (and *girl* is the appropriate word) from Califonia, his father and his father's family from Germany, his mother and his mother's family also Germany, and my cousins who hosted him as an exchange student back when he was fifteen and adopted him as offspring and sibling - witness him being groomsman in all three of the siblings weddings). Sadly her husband (the groomsman) had to sit at the head table and I didn't get as much chance to talk with him.
So we leave the reception around 11:30 to return to the hotel. Next morning my Uncle Vin comes for breakfast with us and then my cousins (The Best Man and A Bridesmaid) also arrive and we go wander around an Arts Festival. Around 1:30 my brother and I decide to get on the road home. We get home and I find a message telling me that
gwendolyngrace *DID NOT* go to California like she planned on Friday (remember all those rain storms I drove through? She couldn't fly out when she needed to, so she cancelled the trip). We meet for dinner at a Thai restaurant we like and talk about our repective bizarre and not good weekends (she spent hers sewing for next month's vacation).She invited me out the next night for Etheopian food with
jiggery_pokery and dezzikitty and friends. I said "maybe" since I was exhausted from the whirlwind trip. I get up on Sunday to the water pipe break in my front yard and decide to hell with it, I'm going out to dinner to salvage *something* fun from the weekend.I'd never had Etheopian food before. So YUMMY!!! The dinner was amazingly delicious, and the company was superb. A lovely, calm end to a rather hectic and not-so-much-fun weekend.
And I get into work today to find that they changed the locks to all the office suites without warning and I can't get in. I do manage to figure that out and now have to take some time to get the new keys copied for my co-workers - and mail one out to the co-worker who is on travel and will next be here on Friday, when I am off and can't let her in.
It must have been a mystical convergence weekend!
