I woke up this morning and I felt like crap. It is October 7/07 - the day following the celebration of Esther and Joel's wedding. I think I have a dancing hangover. I danced hard. Real hard.
The day was nice. My hair looked like Vermilion threw up on my head. I wore a pretty dress and shoes with heels. It was a wedding. It actually may have been the nicest, best planned, most fun wedding I've ever been at. I'm not sure though because I had prom queen hair and I carried beautiful flowers most of the day and stood on stage while they poured vinegar into a vase with baking soda. Yup. It probably was the nicest wedding that I've ever been to. The unfortunate part is that I have a chronic case of the "bad-itudes". It's true. I love love. I love the idea of people choosing to spend their lives together. I love that E is now E-squared. It's great. I just don't like walking down aisles and standing awkwardly on a stage and having people tell me that my dress is pretty. I know it's pretty. I picked it because it's pretty. That was the job of my dress - to look pretty. It was just doing its job!
The dance was fun. It would have been even better is a certain A-lister didn't have an allergic reaction and have to go to the hospital! Sniff... I know it was more disappointing for you than for me. And I was disappointed.
I accidentally did something bad. It was the first dance and we were all gathered around the happy couple and I said: I'm going to use the washroom now. I know what the next three minutes is going to look like - the kids swaying back and forth while everyone watches. So I went to the washroom and ran into Jess and we chatted and as I was leaving I saw boys in brown shirts and girls with pretty dresses leaving the dance floor. Yeah. I was supposed to be on the floor for that one. I felt like a bit of an a-hole. It was an accident but due to my bad-itude from the rest of the weekend many could, quite reasonably, believe that I skipped out on purpose. I did not. What really makes me feel jerky is that all the boys were really nice and the boy I was paired with was "n-i-c-e" nice. He's one of those guys that can give a lingering shoulder touch without making me want to punch him in the face. Not creepy. I'm around alot of creepy in my day to day. I'm not really used to nice boys.
I was not very nice yesterday. I am socially inept at the best of times and I was really out of my comfort zone. I apparently had my "shifty eyes" on. Oops. And I'm sure that my readership of 12 does not and will not include any of the boys from this weekend - but I would still like to say: sorry if my eyes were shifty. Sorry if I was complain-y and made you want to punch me in the face. Sorry for not dancing when I should and dancing too much the rest of the time. Now that the apologies are over...I am ready for another dance party (right after I go to the chiropractor). I would also like to say: Esther, thanks for inviting me to be part of the celebration. I hope I didn't ruin too many photos. xoxxxoo angie
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It was a great wedding. Don't worry you weren't the only one that missed or almost missed the dancing. For the record you did look pretty and I don't think you were a downer or anything. We need to dance more often - maybe if we did I be a little less crazy at them.
angie,
1. thanks for your disappointment on behalf of me/regarding my untimely rush to the hospital.
2. i had really hoped that you skipped the first dance on purpose. i was a little disappointed to hear that that had been an accident. when colin p. was my grad escort in high school, we skipped the first dance that all the grads and the escorts were supposed to do. it was the most exhilarating part of the night.
3. was dylan zeller the one you were partnered with? i worked with him at the H.M. youth shelter after the WES, and we used to talk about joel's crush on esther all the time. ha.
4. my favorite part of this post was, "Sorry for not dancing when I should and dancing too much the rest of the time."
5. i think we're all ready for another dance party. soon. let's have one under the guise of a candeo fundraiser or something. i'll donate a lot, i promise.
1. you're welcome
2. it would have been exhilarating had i been cognizant of it at the time
3. no he wasn't. sometimes i forget that your h m career lasted after i left
4. thanks
5. looking forward to your $
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