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"About as much fun as a bag of weasels"...when I first saw this Irish adage, it made me think of the life of a writer: sometimes perilous, sometimes painful, certainly interesting. My paper journal has always been called "The Bag of Weasels." This is the Bag of Weasels' online home.

Crazy Weekend Coming Up

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I have a crazy weekend coming up, so I probably won't be online too much starting on Friday. Of course, I'll take Pengolodh Lord of Gondolin so that I might check in regularly on the SWG site, as do overprotective mods, but I don't think I'm going to have a moment to spare for writing or journaling or emailing. Unfortunately.

My cousin Philip is marrying his girlfriend-of-several-years Katie. And this particular branch of the family tree likes to make weddings into weekend-long affairs. So the schedule goes ...

Friday. Work by day. Come home, get packed for the weekend, get Alex packed, drive to Mom and Dad's where we are having a family dinner with some relatives from New York State that I think I've seen twice before in my life.

Saturday. Go the Aquarium by day. Come home, wash off the stink of dead fish, prettify myself, and go to the wedding and reception.

Sunday. Cookout at Aunt Sue's house, the mother of the groom. Luckily, Bobby and I have tickets to the Ravens pre-season game against the NY Giants, so we'll be able to cop out early, probably scoot back to my parents' to pick up Alex, drop him off at the house, and take the Metro downtown to see the game.

*whew*

After all of that, I told Johnny the Boss that I would be unspeakably cranky come Monday, so I have off from work on Monday. He doth not protest.

A few weeks ago, I realized this is my first time ever attending a summer wedding, at least since I have been old enough to notice and care about such things. My usual dressy attire, it seems, has been worn to the point of nearly becoming a uniform. At the last formal event I attended, my aunt remarked, "Oh, that's such a beautiful dress that you always wear, Dawn!" Unfortunately, I wear a lot of black and a lot of red, being fair complexioned and apt to wash out in white or pastel-colored clothes. (Senior year in high school, boring pastel gowns were all the rage for prom, but of course, I wore red. Blood red!) But black and red aren't really appropriate for a summer wedding, and since some of my clothes date back to high school, I figured that a new dress wouldn't hurt.

So I went out this afternoon to Savage Mill, which has the coolest funky clothing store evah! Lots of colorful, sparkly things, which makes the 'gund very happy. When I walk down the street, ravens and crows try to carry me off and mothers avert their young children's eyes lest I permanently scar their retinas like looking at a solar eclipse.

I found a strapless dress with a turquoise, black, and white print that is a mixture of flowers, zebra, and a few leopard spots. That sounds really weird; it does work. Well, maybe not for everyone, but it does for me. The best part ... since it is a summer dress, and they are trying to clear out their summer clothes, it was on sale for five dollars! Five dollars! Bobby had set aside $150 for me to get a new dress, so he was pleased to hear this.

Now, all I need to do is slap another coat of blue on my toenails. My poor feet are so nasty and deformed that if it wasn't for the fact that the left is deformed to the point of hurting to wear shoes for more than a couple of hours, I wouldn't subject anyone to my nekkid toes. Alas, I am selfish.

The good thing is that I don't have to shave my legs since I did so the other day after Bobby started making Chewbacca noises every time I crossed my legs in the car. All I can say about that: People in glass houses ...

Now it is just a matter of mentally preparing for a weekend spent almost entirely in the company of relatives whom I like well enough for a few hours at a stretch but who can become tedious after several consecutive such stretches. Though I have no doubt that they feel the exact same way about me.
  • The good thing is that I don't have to shave my legs since I did so the other day after Bobby started making Chewbacca noises every time I crossed my legs in the car. All I can say about that: People in glass houses ...

    *dies laughing* Seriously though, from an evolutionary standpoint I suppose I understand why body hair in men is supposedly sexier than on a woman, but I've always felt that it should be required of men to at least shave their armpits if women are expected to! :P
    • LOL Very true.
    • *snickersnicker*

      I especially oppose on principle the men that are permitted to go to the beach like they are wearing a sweater, only its chest/back/arm hair grown into a continuous mat across their torso. Dude. If I have to waste fifteen minutes shaving my legs every week, they could at least tidy that up a bit before subjecting the rest of us to their hirsuteness!

      Hirsuteness is a word?! *snerk*
  • I want to see a picture of that dress.
  • The best part ... since it is a summer dress, and they are trying to clear out their summer clothes, it was on sale for five dollars! Five dollars! Bobby had set aside $150 for me to get a new dress, so he was pleased to hear this.

    LOL You Polack! Dad will be so proud.

    I would also like to see pics, btw.

    Ranty tangent: If you happen to speak to Katie, Philip or Aunt Sue, could you send our regrets that we won't be there? Mom told me last week that Aunt Sue was really hurt because Kirsty and I never RSVPed, but we never got an invitation! Now I feel really bad (not that it's our fault ... but I still feel bad). Thanks. :)
    • I harbor a guilty pleasure for reading etiquette advice columns, so in that instance, I'd say the best way to proceed is to send a note indicating that you'd heard that an invitation had been sent but, regretfully, you never received it and feel so terrible that you must have then inadvertently ignored it. With best wishes to the happy couple, of course. ;)

      But serrrriously. Dude. My honest suspicion? She didn't put an airmail stamp on it. Even if she did, I know of people who have had must bigger things than an invitation lost in the international mail. I've had postcards never reach their destination, for sure. I'll admit that I saw/still see considerable red that someone could possibly take offense given what a letter must go through to get from Baltimore to Tynemouth. But then, I tend to despise the whole self-centered ideal of the modern wedding to begin with, so I see this as yet another symptom of it.
      • I actually avoided writing my own theory, but since you gave yours then I don't feel so bad.

        I wonder if there ever was an invitation. Mom said that Aunt Sue wasn't sure whether to invite us in the first place, and I can imagine a thought similar to, "They won't come anyway" or even "Not sure I want a same-sex couple at the wedding" happening between whoever dealt with the invitations.

        Regardless, we bought them a card and will probably send a cheque or something too.
  • Ah, summer family weddings. I know about those! But now you have a prop. You have Alex, and therefore a topic of conversation. And the best way to get out of a conversation at a wedding is to get up and dance, so go forth and boogie, woman!
    • Which is exactly what I did! :^D

      And my out-of-state family adored Alex. Though they also taught him some bad habits in the mere two days of keeping company with him that now I must break. *facepalm*
  • Oh, and I almost forgot. . . mazel tov on the cheap dress! Cheap clothes are a very good thing. My new-to-me shiny purple party dress was a hand-me-down and therefore free.
    • Thank you! Free-ninety-nine is always a great thing. When Sharon moved, she left some clothes for our mom to donate to Goodwill, but first I got my pick of the litter and got the Best Khaki Shorts for Working at the Aquarium Evah. Which spared me having to buy something that I only wear every other week ... even better!
  • My cousin Maciek's wedding lasted three days. It was held in a firehouse, and was basically one giant piss-up, with a small lull each morning just before breakfast. I couldn't go, but my parents did, and they left on Day Two. They thought it was fine since they doubted the groom or the bride would sober up enough to notice their early defection.

    Congrats on the dress!
    • Thank you! :)

      Three days?!?! Oh dear ... I couldn't stay awake that long. Also, my feet would fall off. My feet nearly fell off after a mere four-hour piss-up, largely spent barefoot. Yikes!
  • When I walk down the street, ravens and crows try to carry me off and mothers avert their young children's eyes lest I permanently scar their retinas like looking at a solar eclipse.

    ROTFLOL! This is such a brilliant visual *snicker* The dress sounds very awesome, but when you get back, you have to tell me how you pack a dog of Alex size ;)

    Have a great time!
    • Alex is largely hair, so I put him in one of those packing bags that you can suck all of the air out with a vacuum cleaner and reduce to 20% of it's size, then stick in a scuba regulator so that he doesn't suffocate, dragging him in the suitcase on wheels with the air tank beside.

      And that is how you pack a fully grown Golden Retriever. ;)
  • "Oh, that's such a beautiful dress that you always wear, Dawn!"

    I have a lace skirt that serves the same function for me. Funny enough, I always get compliments for it, without anybody realizing I'´ve been wearing it for all kinds of festive occasions for about 4 years now. :-P (And guess what, it looks best with a black top!)

    Senior year in high school, boring pastel gowns were all the rage for prom, but of course, I wore red. Blood red!

    But then, red and black are quite flattering colours, I think. On the contrary, I hardly know anyone who doesn't look like a sausage in pastel colours... (I for my part wore a wildly patterned kind-of-chiffon hippie dress on my graduation ball, along with my dark-red hippie mane worn loose - while everyone else wore stiff satin and fancy up-dos... even looking at them made my poor scalp itch... hehe).

    The best part ... since it is a summer dress, and they are trying to clear out their summer clothes, it was on sale for five dollars!

    The cheap stuff is sometimes really the best... I got maaad compliments for my top at my cousin's wedding... I never told anyone it was ridiculously cheap. ;)

    The good thing is that I don't have to shave my legs since I did so the other day after Bobby started making Chewbacca noises every time I crossed my legs in the car.

    And it will last for the weekend? OMG, I feel like such a hairy monster now... I have shave every other day in summer, so there's Chewbacca for you! :-D

    Now it is just a matter of mentally preparing for a weekend spent almost entirely in the company of relatives whom I like well enough for a few hours at a stretch but who can become tedious after several consecutive such stretches. Though I have no doubt that they feel the exact same way about me.

    I hear you. I was on a relative's birthday just yesterday, had to listen to a whole lot of people complaining about the weather (finally fit for August!) or their various sicknesses. The worst was my mother's aunt treating me like an aspiring alcoholic only because I was enjoying a nice Cabernet Sauvignon alongside dinner and an Italian bitter after it... if only I didn't like the celebrating person so much I wouldn't have turned up I fear... ;)
    • I have a lace skirt that serves the same function for me.

      You know, hearing you describe your clothes and shoes, I think you might be one of the few people in this big world with whom I could trade wardrobes and remain very happy! ;)

      On the contrary, I hardly know anyone who doesn't look like a sausage in pastel colours...

      It was all the fashion when I graduated. I found myself wondering, "This means so much to you people, yet you go to it looking exactly freakin' alike!!!" And very boring, I might add, with gowns that looked to me like the start of a smashing outfit ... after the addition of some shiny and some jewelry and so long, silky gloves!

      (I for my part wore a wildly patterned kind-of-chiffon hippie dress on my graduation ball, along with my dark-red hippie mane worn loose - while everyone else wore stiff satin and fancy up-dos... even looking at them made my poor scalp itch... hehe).

      *see point the first* :^P

      I would never wear an up-do now. I don't even think that all of my hair could be consolidated into one!

      And it will last for the weekend? OMG, I feel like such a hairy monster now... I have shave every other day in summer, so there's Chewbacca for you! :-D

      I probably should too. I'm fortunate to be fair-haired, so it's not so noticeable. And also, I really don't care too much, to be perfectly honest. :^P I realized a few years ago that if someone is studying my nekkid legs that closely, my husband is probably halfway to punching him out anyway!

      The worst was my mother's aunt treating me like an aspiring alcoholic only because I was enjoying a nice Cabernet Sauvignon alongside dinner and an Italian bitter after it...

      Oh, you lush! I had to laugh because your relatives sound like my and Bobby's older relatives. For example, Bobby's sister had to have a rather delicate surgery last year, and his great aunt assured her,

      "Erin, don't you worry. At some point in everyone's life, they will have trouble with their rectum."

      Which was news to me!

      And the recent complaints extend to not being able to sleep, not being able to go to the bathroom, going to the bathroom too much, being sore, being tired, feeling suicidal (!), having black stools, having a black tongue, having a sore hip, wrist, knee et al ...

      To which I reply that I must be strangely healthy because all I have is this sudden acute pain in my ass! :^D
      • You know, hearing you describe your clothes and shoes, I think you might be one of the few people in this big world with whom I could trade wardrobes and remain very happy! ;)

        How cool. :) Though I must warn you: A lot of my shoes are quite ouchie. (I'm really a masochist when it comes to pretty foot-wear... any questions of good fit become totally secondary...) ;)

        "This means so much to you people, yet you go to it looking exactly freakin' alike!!!"

        I know what you mean. I recently told a friend who graduated from school this year that wearing my hair up wasn't really an option for me on my graduation ball. In answer I was told that on her graduation nobody wore her hair down... eh well, for me, that would have made a pretty good reason to do so! ;-P

        I would never wear an up-do now. I don't even think that all of my hair could be consolidated into one!

        Same here. My hair can't be tamed with some hair pins. And then I guess I'm too much of a hippie-at-heart to really understand the notion: "Oh, let's curl/straighten your hair, then put it up and stick lots of stuff in it and spray it with hair-spray until it's all but recognizable..." I like my hair. I wan't people to see my hair. I don't want a strange hairdo with artificial curls that makes my head hurt. (Yes, I feel quite strongly about this. No, I don't really know why. ;-P)

        I probably should too. I'm fortunate to be fair-haired, so it's not so noticeable. And also, I really don't care too much, to be perfectly honest. :^P

        I'm a natural blonde too, but unfortunately the hairs on my legs are thick and black. (Yeah, I know it's gross.) I try to shave regularly, but really, there are more important things. I always think if someone doesn't want to get to know me, because my legs aren't shaved, I probably don't want to get to know him at all... ;)

        And the recent complaints extend to not being able to sleep, not being able to go to the bathroom, going to the bathroom too much, being sore, being tired, feeling suicidal (!), having black stools, having a black tongue, having a sore hip, wrist, knee et al ...

        Oh my, that sounds sooo familiar! :-D (Into such conversations I like to throw in random comments like "Yeah well, I'm fine!")
  • When I walk down the street, ravens and crows try to carry me off and mothers avert their young children's eyes lest I permanently scar their retinas like looking at a solar eclipse.

    Excellent!! I can't stop laughing! (my typing might get a little erratic)

    5 dollars!!! Nothing wearable here costs 5 dollars!! And to think that I was quite happy with a cotton tshirt in a rather ugly pinkish color I got on super-extra-final sale in a supermarket for 6 pesos (roughly 2.30 dollars)!
    I have a pair of fancy pants which I wear over and over for all these
    occasions -one day people will realize that I look always basically the same but I hate spending money on clothes I will hardly ever wear
    • Excellent!! I can't stop laughing! (my typing might get a little erratic)

      *dusts off hands*

      My work here is done! ;)

      I remember one time I was in a department store with my mom, and I was looking at shoes, and she for some reason needed me across the store. So she shouted to me, "Dawn! I found something shiny!" and laughed as I (predictably) bolted across the store to see it.

      Now you know why I love the Noldor. ;)

      Nothing wearable here costs 5 dollars!!

      Nothing here either! Which was why this was so remarkable to me. Even at Goodwill, I think I would have paid more than $5.

      I hate spending money on clothes I will hardly ever wear

      Ditto. In choosing my dress, it had to be something that with the right accessories and shoes, could be worn to either nicer affairs or completely casually, like to work or around the house. I have a bag full of gorgeous gowns moldering in my closet that I'll probably never wear again. (If they even fit!)
  • I have a cousin Philip too...weird!

    (As you can see, my internet is set up and functioning!)

    I want to see a picture of this funky print dress. And cheap! w00t.

    Chewbacca noises? Lol!

    Side note: I feel old. I just had to ctrl + + to make the font bigger. It's because my laptop is far away, but still...
    • I've posted pictures from the wedding here, including the now-infamous dress! (Which isn't so odd, really, though an accurate description makes it sound that way!)

      Chewbacca noises? Lol!

      Yep, I married a real Prince Charming! :^D But hey, he puts up with the muses ... ;)

      And yay for functional Internet! I nearly died without mine. Broke out into a rash, cold sweats, tremors ...
      • Thanks, now I can read your reply from the other side of the apartment! ;P

        But hey, he puts up with the muses ... ;)

        That's why I can live with my roommate! Earlier today...

        Roommate: "I want a flat above my own little shop. With my Un-named gorgeous literary character."

        Me: "I want a southern-plantation-style house with MY Un-named gorgeous literary character!"

        I am hopelessly behind on Internet Stuff, between vacation and moving into the apartment. But luckily all I had to do was buy a wireless router and run the CD to get internet! W00t. Our network is named Aragorn. I am connected to Aragorn...that would sound a lot kinkier if I were an Aragorn fangirl. :P
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