sensory overload
So, last weekend was the wedding. Watching the first person you ever loved get married is a pretty emotional experience. This, however, was mitigated a bit by the fact that they played the Muppets during the ceremony. Heh.
Crave and I had a great time. We packed snacks and we tried new food and we rented a car and we spent an entire day riding roller coasters and we patronized our motel’s pool and we ate lots of fast food and we talked about which cars we like and which cars we don’t and in short, it was a great fucking weekend. Crave is the best travel companion I have ever had, and I want to go on a million more vacations with him, starting immediately.
Unfortunately, once we got back, he got really sick. I was so scared by it that I called my mother in the middle of the night for reassurance, which is something I haven’t done in years. Thankfully, he seemed back on the way to being his normal rascally self this morning, which after last night was a big relief.
In any case, it’s spirit week at work and today is Pajama Day. All morning, I have been with ten two and three-year-olds, all wearing cuddly pajamas and stuffed-animal-head-slippers. It’s pretty surreal how fucking cute they are. Of course, in all the commotion, I forgot to wear my pajamas today. Which, in the grand scheme of things, isn’t such a big deal.
The concept of suffering embarassment because you FORGOT to wear your pajamas to work is entirely new to me, and pretty funny.
Just remember, you can’t say embarassment without “ass.”
Glad you enjoyed the wedding and had a good time and glad your travel companion is feeling much better. (And very glad you didn’t bring the bread truck ;) ha ha)
On what planet is that bread truck line funny? I get the reference, but joking about how someone is the deranged longtime friend out to break up a wedding?
On what planet is that funny when not in the context of a Julia Roberts movie?
Sxia - Yes, there were parts of the movie I could relate to. However, I am not a psycho and when your life is not a film, actions have consequences and certain standards of behavior are pretty much manditory. If I’d really felt that strongly about the issue, I just would have stayed home. (i.e. the fact that I went to as much trouble to come as I did pretty much means that you were never in danger of the bread truck, even in November of 2002.)
OH, I guess it’s funny on this planet. Nevermind me.
Nenie - no, I didn’t think it was funny either. But the reasons it’s not funny are not things I feel comfortable discussing in this particular forum, since I’m responsible for running diplomacy interference around these parts. See what I mean?
Especially since if you had “worn” your “pajamas” you would have been “naked.”
And maybe you already are: as Sam the Eagle says, “Underneath our clothes, we are all naked.”