people keep asking me how the second wedding was, how the trip to oregon was, how all my relatives was. and i keep saying, “good.” “fine.” “it was nice.” i really didn’t have anything further to say. i feel like i was being rude, because it was rude, but honestly, nothing else much to say about it. but i’m going to try now to say something.
seriously, watching your cousin get married is WEIRD. i mean it was great and i was grinning the whole time, but still. they are so in love and so perfect and it was so wonderful to watch them get married. but it’s kind of terrifying too because in the same sense that it is inspiring it’s also deflating since the whole effort of finding someone like that seems insurmountable. i am horrified to think of watching my brother get married. especially after he said to me, “if natalie wasn’t crazy we’d probably be married by now.” i almost shat myself.
6 roles of film later (3 taken by me) and what is there to show for it? only 4 pictures of yours truly. 4. out of 6 roles. that’s just pathetic. and 2 of them are terrible, one of them you can’t see my face, and the other one looks funny (because it’s black and white). i’m too lazy to scan them all now. and i’m not going to scan them all anyway because that’s too many pictures. but i’ll put up some in a while for you to see. there’s some cute ones of the couple and then also of my little cousins.
mostly what i have to say about this latest trip to the northwest is that it was long. i read like 12 books, went to two movies, ate out a lot, and sat around a lot in some crazy oregon heat wave.
by the time the wedding finally rolled around on friday i felt we had been there enough time for 5 weddings to have come and gone. it was beautiful how short and pretty and sincere their ceremony was though. and then it was just food, party, dance, sit, talk. well, plus, all the set up and take down of the chairs, the decorations, etc.
one valuable lesson i have learned here: never, EVER, agree to do any sort of set up for weddings again. i can’t imagine being in the wedding party is much better either. stress level is too high. coming just for the wedding and leaving whenever you want seems a much better way to go. (just in case katherine or john reads this or james tells them about it, i certainly didn’t MIND doing the decorations. it wasn’t HARD or anything. and i love you guys, don’t get me wrong. just never again.)
ahem. and now that i have placed the foot firmly in the craw, i am going to end this.