Spuddy Buddies

about little black dresses, cold feet, wimpy handshakes and everything else

Oh well, the wedding dinner.

Was great fine okay not as great as expected.

Ahh.

Let me begin.

I have a long story to tell, my dears. So stop what you're doing now if you want to read about my day out.. and in.

Got up prettyyy early late today. Say maybe about almost nine. I don't know what was wrong with me but I seemed almost nervous that we might be late reach the church. How could I be? I don't even like church weddings.

Got ready and realized that I prepared a little too quickly so I had some time to kill. Went straight down and flicked on the TV. Yay. I managed to watch a few music videos before we had to go. Geez, Dad, you didn't have to be so pissed about us reaching there like 5 minutes late, right? You dislike going to church weddings even more than us so I don't get why you were so mad.

Bah humbug. OMG, they started early so when we got there everyone was singing praises to the Lord. We found an empty pew and settled down, headphones plugged into our ears and music playing over their song, baby. Don't tell me I'm disrespectful. We made an effort to go there and we weren't even disrupting their service. So those who feel like we're being rude, please switch that thought off.

Okaaaay. Was done with all the thankgodforblessinguswiththeseblessings and husbandandwifehopeyouwillloveeachothertilltheendoftimeandhavefaith BLAH BLAH BLAH. Great.

Did not mean to say "Oh, thank God" and "Oh my God" and "Jesus Christ" out loud.

Sorry.

Had some refreshments outside after the service and shook some hands with um, unknown relatives.

We left after that. Whoopee.

Came back home in the afternoon and went online, surfed the net, blahblahblah-ed to waste time until it was time to get ready for the dinner. I changed into a black dress. Blechhh. Which felt so uncomfortable and weird. Then put on some accessories. I certainly hoped that we were going to get a good dinner to make up for my ears which kinda itch when I wear old earrings. Everyone was ready by 6.30 and we were out the door within fifteen minutes after a great deal of fussing about shoes and scarves and every other thing.

Mom's three/four inch heels was the killer. Yum. I love heels but I'm afraid I'll just fall flat on my face while trying to balance the thin stilts. I managed to survive the whole night though. Yeah, man.

Okay. Back to the point. Got there, hello-hello-ed to everyone and then went to sit down at our table. Met tons of unknowns and some familiar people and some disagreeable snobbish people.

Sat down and waited for dinner to start.

OMG, we sat with some people whom I simply dislikeeeeee. BOOHOOHOO. Clumsy ox even spilled Mom's drink and stained the table cloth. Great, huh?

Hmm.. managed to get the waiter to bring some soft drinks because we simply disagreed with the distasteful drink they served everyone. And the Coke flow never stopped.

There was this waiter, who was in charge of our table, . . . . . . . . . . whose cuteness level was okayishhh. Wonder what Mom will say to this statement? Probably think I've gone nuts or my taste is seriously in need of upscaling. Heh. Okay, maybe he wasn't cute. But easy on the eye is definite. He didn't look like a local..

And I freaking embarrassed myself!! I was and am so embarrassed, I don't know where to put my shameful face. Probably bury it into my mom's lap because she'll protect me from any harm. MUAHAHAHAHA! Gotta stop with the ultimate nutty-ness. Alright. This is how Taco (myself) embarrassed herself.

Cheez and the brother kept nudging me. They are seriously in cahoots to make me look and do stupid things. And I'm kind enough to let them tease me with endless things.

Then one of them gave me the idea of snapping a photo of the waiter (let's call him L, shall we?) so I foolishly took the camera and pretended that I was aiming at someone else. But strangely (note sarcasm here) I aimed it at his face and the bloody flash went off together with the CLICK. Right in his face. And I didn't even know until the brother told me that L totally noticed. Bad/obvious photographer I am.

Humiliation...

I didn't dare look at him after that until I needed a Coke refill. Hee. 

After that one bright shot of L, he kept stealing glances at me. No idea why. OH GOD, he even smiled at me twice. Not self-imagination or flattery, okay? I was weirded out like hell.

Uh.. okay.

Damn it, my post screwed up so half of it is gone.

Well, Cheez said it all so I need not put back what I wrote.

BLEH.

Auto saving, my foot.

XXX

TACO.