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I spent Friday and Saturday preparing for and participating in my best friend's wedding (I was a groomsman). I am now more tired than I was when Thanksgiving weekend started, and I am not looking forward to going back to work tomorrow. It was a great wedding, though there were a few problems, especially with the tuxedos. (I think someone was shot in the shirt they gave me, judging by the size and location of the holes in it.) But we got everything taken care of, and my friend is now in California with his new bride. First girl he ever dated, as a matter of fact.

 

Why is it that at weddings everyone must ask when I am getting married? Seriously, what does anything have to do with me at someone else's wedding? I didn't even bring a date - what would make people think I am getting married any time soon or at all? I can see asking people who are there with their dates that. It makes the guy squirm, and then the girl hits him because they are not married. Everyone loves to see that. If anyone asks me that the next time I am at a wedding, I am going to say that I was married, but I killed her and I ate her liver, with some fava beans and a nice chianti. FTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFT. That should put a stop to that.

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I always have a lousy time at weddings.

 

That's not completely true: I don't mind the ceremony as much as the reception.

 

In the future I'm going to skip the receptions from now on. I missed my own first cousin's reception to go to work once. My mother was mortified, but she knows how I feel...

 

If the food isn't good (which it hasn't always been) I can see no reason for me to be there.

 

I hate being dressed up. I hate dancing and dance music. I hate the atmosphere of forced joviality. I always avoid social situations in large groups, especially where most of them are strangers. I don't drink. And romance is completely wasted on me...

 

Hmmm... How is it possible that I don't have a great time? :rolleyes:

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Why is it that at weddings everyone must ask when I am getting married? Seriously, what does anything have to do with me at someone else's wedding? I didn't even bring a date - what would make people think I am getting married any time soon or at all? I can see asking people who are there with their dates that. It makes the guy squirm, and then the girl hits him because they are not married. Everyone loves to see that. If anyone asks me that the next time I am at a wedding, I am going to say that I was married, but I killed her and I ate her liver, with some fava beans and a nice chianti. FTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFT. That should put a stop to that.

 

I'm the last single person in my entire family. I just sleep at family events now to prevent being asked that.

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Marriages are overrated.

 

But I have to ask you, what appears to be more promising than parties with lots of alcohol and girls being in the romatic mood? :)

 

Also, screw what others ask or say about being or not being single. Why should it be of anyone's concern? Except it's a possible target to hit on. I personally give a **** on what anybody might say, except I asked for it. Tshe. People talk too much. :dozey:

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Is Jem still lurking around here anywhere?

 

Just thought he should know that Yngwie is in 'da hissouse! That is Yngwie J. Malmsteen, for those of you who might have him confused with another Yngwie.

He is loud. Very loud. Also very fast, yes... but mostly loud.

 

I'm really glad I don't have to mix.

 

I'll get you a pick, though, Jem. :)

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The weddings in my family have all been in cities far enough away that everyone assumed I just never bothered bringing a date down for the weekend...

 

But if you wanna talk about pressure, I'm the only male of my generation left unwed... And not only that, but I'm also the only one not boning a european girl, and they keep asking me when I'm going over to pick mine out. Now, while I can't argue with breeding a little hot european ass into my father's predominantly scottish/irish family, it's eventually gonna be embarassing when I finally bring my current gf to a wedding and Scott (the cousin I get royally smashed with, as tradition, at every wedding we go to, who happens to be married to a rather stunning Swede) comes up to me drunk as we usually get and asks me, "So, when are you gonna ditch that one go snag a Spaniard?"

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Ironically, I have fond memories of a certain Canadian girl ;)

 

I don't mind attending weddings at all, because I do drink and dance (usually in that order, mind you), but the last wedding has been a while, when I was still seeing someone. Next one will be in a couple of months, 2 long time friends of mine will get married. Only this time, I'll be one of the last single guys among my peers, so I'm not particularly looking forward to the questions that will undoubtedly pop up. I think I'll just fend em off by throwing wedding cake around.

Now that I come to think of it, that's probably why I was asked to organize the bachelor party...well...that I can do :D

 

Anyways, when grandparents start asking if you'll be next, just answer according to the old joke: whether they would like that to be asked to them at funerals ;)

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Got an update from my sister about my aunt last night. Apparently, my aunt is going into transitional care for rehab either today or tomorrow, and she could be home in about 10 days. The other good news is that the surgery was on the only joint my aunt has that was not arthritic, or the surgery would've been trickier.

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good luck w/your aunt man. my mom's still recovering from the ankle breakage. next saturday she gets the cast changed out.

 

today she called and woke me up out of a deep sleep..i tried to sleep through the phone rings but my sister bitched at me and made me answer it on pain of death. -_- i've been feeling crappy the whole day.

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Last night was about the most miserable I think I have ever been at work.

Yet another "Cast-Of-Thousands" type show, but seemingly with even less time than normal to set up and tech it, and to check to see if everything was working properly before we started. Turns out, not everything was...

 

And long too: it was supposed to fit into 90 minutes... Somehow got dragged out to closer to 3 hours. Unfortunately, the show had something to do with Katrina relief, so we weren't allowed to put the brakes on it in any way.

 

And to top it off, the whole first half of the show was loud hip-hop, (not exactly my fave style of music to mix...) with an enormous band behind the rappers and DJ.

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*Rap music fades in*

 

Well come on, edlib, don't be that way

Just sit yourself down and play some XWA

Or just sit there, listen, and feel the groove

And dance to the music as I bust a move

 

Work is over and you've got lots of time

To listen to me singing, coming up with this rhyme

So just chill, be rad, and listen to my licks

(Sorry, I don't know any slang invented after '86)

 

You may have spent too much time at work

But now you can post (or maybe just lurk)

No more listening to the solos and chords

Just hang out and kick it with your pals from the boards

 

Post from the sea, post from the land

Post what you want, just don't get banned

If you're taking a flight you can post from the air

To check on your buddies from the forums down there

 

See now you're out of work and you're totally free

So post a message to Nute or post a message to me

Sometimes he gets crazy, sometimes he gets Freudian

Never know what you'll get from that silly Nemoidian

 

So that's all I've got and it's time to go

But be here at noon to see the next show

'Cause I'll tell you this (and its totally true)

There's plenty more rapping left for me to do

 

*Rap music fades out*

 

...I am truly sorry about that, everyone.

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I have images of you sitting in a rocking chair on your back deck with the rifle and a cooler full of beer, whistling "Heeeeeere deery deery..."

 

Naw. Picture me high on mushrooms, painted blue and half-naked, cranking french pygmy trance music at three o'clock in the morning, pointing a three-million candlepower spotlight and forty-five caliber revolver out the window, going BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! *Click! Click!* then yelling, 'Get the hell off my lawn you flea-bitten backwoods mountain rat-dogs before I come out there with a big sword and section your hindquarters on the the spot, with you still watching in stunned amazement, just for leaving those little f**king s**t pellets all over the driveway!' Not saying I do that, just that you should picture me that way...

 

Keyan: I love it. :D Gravy.

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