Or doesn't, as the case may be.
Our supergoodfriends Mark and Amy got married this weekend; Nick was best man and I was a bridesmaid (this is the third time in my life I've been a bridesmaid... is it possible I shall never marry? The rate this planning is going I'm sure my mother thinks I won't) and we were busy busy people all weekend long. Some of us were busy getting our drink on and flashing our pretty blue underwear at all our friends. I won't say who, though.
So, you could read "busy" there as "hungover." Or, if you're my Mom, you could just read it as "busy" and completely ignore the underwear comment.
I learned some things this weekend, though, and now you can too:
1. My wedding day is the feast day of Saint Mary Magdalene, that nice woman who everyone thinks is a whore. Or the wife of Christ. Either way, think of the parties that woman has thrown.
2. My wedding day is also Pi Approximation Day (one of many). I'm more a word person than a numbers person, but Pi is just so cute and wiley and infinite.
3. Wedding shawls are impossible to make and why did I even start oh my god.
4. The Misfits' "Skulls" + a bottle of Wild Turkey + a wedding-type dance floor full of punk rock nerds = mayhem. But really sweet mayhem.
5. I cannot stop watching soccer/football/futbol videos on the internet. I love them so. I think I have a crush on soccer and am accomplishing nothing because I am entranced by Ronaldinho's magic skills. We don't have teevee (DeKalb doesn't get any broadcast channels and I refuse to purchase cable), so we do the Netflix thing and now internet videos which have pulled me in with their seductive awesomeness.
Hey, It's a Picture! And It's Made Me Forget That There's No Real Content in Today's Post! Sweet!
I went walking last Tuesday around 8am and damn if the light isn't just stunning at that hour. I took a bunch of pictures because I was surprised to find out that my town is occasionally pretty. I plan to use them to distract you from the lameness of my blog for the next LESS THAN FOUR WEEKS until my wedding.
Excuse me while I go freak out about something.