I have not had a proper night's sleep in weeks. First it was insomnia (the kind where you've been lying in bed for three hours just watching the clock blink and mentally calculatiing how much sleep you'd still be able to get if you could just fall asleep RIGHT NOW) then the last week has been filled with wedding stuff and dreams about things I don't want to dream about. Husband's sis is getting married and I'm the maid of honor. No problem. This is hopefully a one-of-a-lifetime event for her, so I'm okay with being tired.

However, at last night's rehearsal dinner, I was outside the restaurant getting a break from the crowd (I'm antisocial at heart, but I've been trying REALLY hard to be sweet and charming and friendly to everyone. It's hard, though) when Husband's father comes out and asks me if I still play the drums.

ME: "Uhhh. No, not really. I starting getting pain and numbness in my left wrists several years back and playing the drums also kind of stirs up bad memories for me."

HIM: "But you still have a drum kit set up in your house don't you?"

ME: "Well yeah, but it's for HUSBAND'S band. His drummer plays them."

HIM: "Would you play some time so Charlie could play guitar with Husband? As a favor?" (Charlie is my father-in-law's best friend. He sings and plays guitar and generally seems very proud of this.)

ME: "Uhhhh. Sure. Whatever."

This was apparently a very stupid thing to say.

Twenty minutes later, I walk back into the restaurant to find my 17-year-old niece (technically she's my step-niece-in-law. You figure that one out) and discover that the entire party is SMASHED. (figures. Open bars tend to have that effect.) So the room is filled with drunkards, the drunkest being my father-in-law, his friend Charlie, my stepfather-in-law (whom I adore. He can do whatever he wants.) and some woman that I've never met who is some sort of aunt to Husband and has decided I'm her new best friend. Ugh.

Then comes the news: Everyone is coming to my house to "jam." Excuse me? Husband, how did you allow this? We're TIRED. We were looking forward to going home to SLEEP. Father-in-law approaches to ask me if the jam session is okay (after having invited half the party) and I look at him, incredulous, and sigh.

ME: "Sure. But you people have to be OUT of my house by midnight. The wedding is TOMORROW. Your DAUGHTER'S wedding. WE've got to get some sleep or we're going to look like hell in the photos."

So they all come over, drunk as hell (since I've stopped all drinking, I've become more aware of how obnoxious this is) we play music so Charlie can showcase himself, and then Husband and I kick them all out promptly at 12. And you know what? That wasn't early enough. I'm up this morning, still exhausted, and due at the hair salon in an hour. Today's the day. I hope I don't trip over my dress.

I love you Kelly, but I can't wait for your wedding to be done! =) Sheesh. The bright spot in all of this is that I really love my niece and I've been able to spend quite a bit of time with her, and that we went to LaBare for the bachelorette party and they've finally stopped wearing those ridiculous neon spandex thongs in favor of regular (tight) boxer briefs. Someone finally got the memo.

http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1372718435

They're using "Age of Consent" for a freakin' CINGULAR commercial? NOT COOL.

I know, I know. New Order isn't sacred or anything. But can't they use modern crappy music? There's certainly enough of it.

I FEEL KINDA...: aggravated

I tried to post a comment in your journal this morning, thenobodygirl, and I was informed that I was banned from posting comments. I'm on your friends list. I've commented before. You comment on MY journal from time to time, even. I'm on your friends list, but banned from comment? Surely this is simply a clerical error that your dumb-hot-male-imaginary secretary has overlooked? Or was it something I said? I mean, I'm used to being rejected for something I've said, but this hurts.

Your penitent friend,

talk0underworld

Starting today, this particular blog will be 100% Friends-Only. I have gotten sloppy with remembering who does and doesn't read this thing. If you are an LJ member, just comment here and I will more than likely be happy to add you. Otherwise, if you are upset by the prospect of no longer being able to read my blathering, fear not. I have also started a public blog:

http://darklittlepoet.blogspot.com/

So stop crying. You'll be okay.

I FEEL KINDA...: accomplished