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2003-11-10 10:10 a.m. my weekend. they all thought i was ridiculous as i spent thursday night trying every outfit on that i was to wear this past weekend. to think that i tried them on and then sunday morning i put my sunday outfit on and i didn't like it. oh well. we sat side by side talking about receptions. would we have one? wouldn't we? would their be dancing? what would we dance to? a real slow dance or a more swing dance? i played peek-a-boo with him as his father talked with someone else about baseball. he grinned at me and i loved him so much. i was one of four up there dancing but not really knowing what i was supposed to be doing. so i looked stupid? oh well. we all pretended to be whitney houston as her song played on the ride home. and then we broke out into disco dancing (all besides my two friends), which was rather difficult since we were all stuffed into the van. oh, the joy of traveling at night -- you just never know what's going to happen.
different irrational sayings from this weekend: i hate marriage. i'm never making cookies again. i'm never laughing again. i'm never wearing stockings again. i'm never playing a keyboard again. |