. . . I've become a horrible blogger. And it's not because things haven't been happening. I guess I've been busy enough to let this fall by the wayside. Whoops!
And now there's so much I COULD write about I don't know where to start. It's the most frustrating form of writer's block, I think--when you have so many avenues to explore that you can't pick one and settle.
Here goes. . .
Britton and I went to a wedding reception last night. Usually, I love wedding receptions, but last night's was much too formal for me. It wasn't one of those show-up-and-mingle receptions. This was one of those you-must-RSVP-weeks-in-advance-and-then-you're-assigned-to-a-table-and-you-sit-there-and-stay-there-to-eat-dinner-and then-there-are-speeches-then-cake-then-you-leave-and-that's-the-only-time-you-leave-that-table ones.
Britton was invited to be one of the groomsmen yesterday morning and, because Britton was planning to spend the evening with me, the groom said Britton could bring me and that it wouldn't be any trouble.
However, I threw the mother-of-the-bride into a small fit with my presence. She kept saying that there wasn't any room for me in the reception area and that the only thing I could do was go to the restaurant on the other side of the building and bill her. She wasn't incredibly gracious about the whole thing and was very intimidating as I was sitting on the windowsill and she was standing in her high heels. I kept saying, "It's fine. No worries. Don't worry about it," just to get her to leave. I was quite uncomfortable.
She finally left and Britton and I started talking about alternative solutions to the reception. The main argument for Britton staying was that he needed to be there for pictures (as he was one of the groomsmen). He went and found the groom and explained the situation. I stayed on the windowsill and tried to appear like I wanted to be there. 'Cause I really didn't.
Britton returned with the groom who then said that there were three empty seats at the back table and that Britton and I could sit there. We walked in and I tried to stay out of the lasers I was certain would come out of the mother-of-the-bride's eyes if she saw me there. We made it to the table without any further incident and I made sure Britton was hiding me from the her view in case she chanced to turn around.
The food was good, the company at our table was pretty kind, and I was so glad to leave when it was over. I know that my wedding reception isn't going to be anything like last night's. I don't want the equilibrium of the universe to be destroyed if one extra person shows up. Mine is going to be FUN! :)
So that was the story on my mind. The End.
