The past couple of days have been a bit of a fiasco. Thursday, I went to the basement apartment to pick up more of my stuff, finding a note on the door from the landlord. “It would really help me out A TON” if we could be out by noon on Saturday.
Realizing that we’d have to bust our asses hardcore to make that happen, being a man down and restricted on time, I took a half-day of work today to come work on the basement. I made somewhat of a dent after 3 solid hours of working, but with that came the realization that there was virtually no chance of being done by noon the next day, what with Eric’s wedding going on. So we notified the landlord. I mean, we do have until midnight according to the lease. I don’t really feel that guilty about not doing the landlord any favors.
Also, my knee, which has felt weak now for about a week, chose today to protest even more. It has become uncomfortable to stand for any period of time. It doesn’t hurt exactly, but it’s uncomfortable. That’s kinda bad timing, as I’ve got to usher peeps in a wedding tomorrow, then I have to finish getting stuff out of the basement.
So, I’ve been a bit stressed out lately.
On top of that, I really don’t like weddings very much. During my short lifespan, I’ve attended enough weddings to know that a wedding without alcohol is dull at best. Anxiety ridden at worst. The ceremony is boring enough. The reception is even worse. Being shunted into a situation where I’m expected to spend hours making chit chat with people I hardly know (and generally don’t want to know) is not my idea of a good time. I just want to do my thing, watch Eric kiss the bride, and get the hell out of there. At least with alcohol, my inhibitions are suppressed enough for me to not care if I look stupid while dancing.
Don’t get me wrong, I love Tara and Eric. And I’m really glad they’re getting married. And I’m really glad I can be apart of it. It’s just that… weddings suck. To me, the main purpose of weddings is to fulfill stupid notions of tradition and childhood fantasies. Maybe I’ll feel differently when it’s my wedding; I don’t know.
Considering, I’m not really all that worked up. It’ll all be over soon. Saturday night I plan to either: a) drink until I pass out, or b) pass out.
On another note, I’ve become a bigger fan of Reggie and the Full Effect, the only pop-punkish band in my music library.
I hope you’re having a wonderful day.
