Wow, I Wish I Were Dead
I think it's a true testament to how dedicated I am to my work that I actually got on that plane and came back here, after such a great weekend. Three hours of sleep on the plane, several cups of coffee, and getting ready to teach at 10am. To teach the Republic. It's what brings me back here, when everything I love in life is there: family, dog, sleeping in, eating, karaoke, mindless marathons of TV shows on DVD (Ali G; some Renegade), beach, champagne, good-looking people just because they choose not to live in their sweats, street lamps, and of course, angst. I'm from the suburbs, so me and angst are like old best friends.
My cousin got married a few hours ago and I surprised myself by feeling a little bit jealous. Usually my response to weddings is, "HA! suckers..." + a real congratulations - so it must be a sign of that old biological clock when I find myself asking, "How did those two schmucks find someone to pledge away the rest of their lives to them, while I have yet to coerce even a semi-long-term commitment successfully?" Whatever (I do what I want! hehe). I like my freedom as long as I'm pretty - but that's a hellava conditional.
Some highlights from the wedding: I'd say it's a toss up between my brother shouting that my cousin's husband is hella whipped, and me shouting that a particular nationality is all "imperialist pigs," only to realize a split second later that I just called my cousin's new bride an imperialist pig.
My cousin got married a few hours ago and I surprised myself by feeling a little bit jealous. Usually my response to weddings is, "HA! suckers..." + a real congratulations - so it must be a sign of that old biological clock when I find myself asking, "How did those two schmucks find someone to pledge away the rest of their lives to them, while I have yet to coerce even a semi-long-term commitment successfully?" Whatever (I do what I want! hehe). I like my freedom as long as I'm pretty - but that's a hellava conditional.
Some highlights from the wedding: I'd say it's a toss up between my brother shouting that my cousin's husband is hella whipped, and me shouting that a particular nationality is all "imperialist pigs," only to realize a split second later that I just called my cousin's new bride an imperialist pig.
posted by Rex at 5:44 AM
2 Comments:
Ha ha! Yours was much worse than mine. By the way, the first song of the evening was MJ's "Don't Stop Till You Get Enough." That inspired some great thumbs and kicks.
Sounds like much fun was had at the wedding - kinda sorry I missed out on the merriment. I had a great time with you family over T-giving weekend, though. Might have to do a repeat sometime, if I'm still welcome :)
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