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There were ninjas.

That's the first thing I have to say about the festivities. As if I weren't giggling nervously already during the ceremony, seeing cell23, chirping_monkey and Babyzilla in their ninja masks nearly sent me into hysterics. I am really glad my back was mostly to them during the ceremony otherwise I would have lost it. There is something about an overexcited two year old in a ninja costume at a pirate wedding... Thanks guys for probably being two of the sickest parents out there (obviously in the best possible way, of course.)

The other thing was that there was a dog dressed as a pirate. Yep, Bosslady and D made it... with Cisco!!! Who honestly is the best sort of canine wedding crasher ever. :) Yarr. Or maybe Woof.

But yeah. Sunny (who looked quite yummy in her blue coat) and I got through the ceremony and mostly held it together. reverendtom was quite magnificent despite his nervousness, no one dropped the rings, and anzovin and morlock were admirable seconds. And stormcloud really shouldn't have worried about the 1:33 long song. As it was it ended up being a little long. :)

And after all the really crazily yummy food came out, thus started the Party of Major Kickass.

We had the Villa Jidiots in towards the end of dinner. They're the local improv troupe in the area (and incidentally the big ticket wedding thing I was angsting about earlier). They were so damned EXCITED about doing a pirate wedding that they ran 15 minutes overtime with their show, which was hilarious, especially when they yanked people up from the audience to help them with sketches. I think my favorite one were when they grabbed both of the boyos and performed this wonderful bit of silliness with them where 2 of them were pretending to be ex girlfriends and were using the boys to make each other jealous. Probably the best moment of that was one of them saying "Where did we meet, sweetie," and anzovin> replies. "In hell" and without missing a beat, chickie makes up this story about visiting Satan and meeting him there. The boyos were such good sports about it too. :)

Afterwards there was boffing competitions (all hilarious with the flailing and the trouncing), a very aggressive game of musical chairs (won admirably by the hips of madame zadnyl after she violently booted three guys out of her way for the last chairs) which also featured an accidental confirmation that drklord1922 was indeed quite regimental under the kilt (he _did_ warn everybody of the possibility beforehand. :) ) Then finals for the swordfighting (our champion was Killer claxton) and for the card playing. (jaicat was declared champion). Prizes were awarded for best costume (won by the very handsomely attired M and harinezumi), and the evening was cheered out by a round of drinking songs and a rather drunk Studio Dave dancing to them.

It was truly a kickass party overall. All the worrying and the stressing and freaking out, and at the end people were all "Holy shit this wedding is awesome" and then it was over. Kinda anticlimatic really, you spend all that time and energy on an event and then poof it's done and everyone's going home and you have to figure out where everyone's sleeping. :) Kinda crazy.

I was just happy to have everyone who showed up there and making our party kick major booty. Everyone looked gorgeous, and best of all I think everyone had a great time. I had one person gush at me about what a fabulous time he had for nearly over five minutes.

And then I got to go home and collapse with the pretty girl I married. :)

Quotes of the evening:

"Hey, Jew, the Black folk want the Electric Slide!" (Yes, that was aimed at stormcloud. Really its a rule of weddings. If there are blackfolk, there WILL be electric slide, even if it's not on the playlist.)

"I'm cuckoo for cocoa puffs." Okay, imagine this said as a pickup line and you'll understand why I lost it during the Jidiots "emotional symphony." Especially since it was part of Stan performing "Suave."

Thanks for coming everyone. (Send me yer pictures, yarr.)

I have to go put neosporin on my knee now (I fell off the dj platform towards the end of the night and scraped it on the carpet. Stupid heels. :P ah well, it's not the size of a balloon today, like I was afraid of.) And go change the web site. And remote into work for a bit. And play with guests before they all run home. Heh. Guess I still have stuff to do. :)

And I have something on my left hand to fidgit with. Hey, it's an extreme and expensive way of breaking the nail biting habit, but whatever works, right? (hmm. I'm gonna need to replace that icon when the pictures come in.)

Work - some breathing space has been acheived. I took next week off at the theater, as well as my birthday weekend and the week and days around the weddingthing. Though this weekend wasn't too bad - Saturday's crew was fun, and Sunday was blissfully free of popcorn jackasses. Things are evening out on the job#1 front as well. Whew.

Spirituality - chirping_monkey and I are planning some sort of feastritual thing for Friday's equinox. I've been getting little pinches from the universe that I should take up practicing again, though with everything else going on it's a little hard to scrape up time.

Weddingthing - the first invites have gone out - need to solicit some addresses still. sundart went nuts and wrote the ceremony over the weekend. Need to do order of events with the party.

Belly dance - starts next week, not this one. Damn. Thinking of taking a little time and just doing some isolation work tonight, from head to ankles.

Warcrack - lvl 12, and I've finally gotten off Elf Island. (I know that's not it's real name, but... yeah.) The group we've assembled has a pretty balanced skill set, though I'm still the default healer. Eep. We still have yet to all get together and collectively kick some ass - most of us have been signing on and partying up at random. Most of my solo time, amusingly enough is spent hunting silverleaf. Elusive buggering plant.

TV - Guys, we need to finish Lost. Season 3 is premering in a couple of weeks. Studio 60 tonight (it's really amazing that I'm willing to watch the show after being bombarded with the same ad for it literally 20 times an hour at the theater), as is House, I think. Still need to catch up on Avatar - I'm now three (four?) eps behind.

Puzzle Pirates - my account's expired and they won't let me wear my swanky hat. :(

Other crap - need to take an evening and clean/restock my house. I've barely been home since Beavis died, since all the computer access is at Quad Tower. Plus I'm feeling a need to reorient some of the energy in there for the fall. Also need to make that long delayed trip to New York, prolly this weekend. Argh.

I feel like somewhere in me is a long winded ramble about marriage, relationships, polyamory and jealousy, but I never seem to have the time to sit down and let it percolate to a state where it can be written down. Sometime soon though, as it's been kicking around my head since last week's conversations on the subject. Also sundart's and my rings arrived on Monday... They're both beautiful and scary at the same time. And I have dinky little fingers. We ordered the smallest size for me and it's still a little roomy, though not like my engagement ring, which I either have to get another guard for or start wearing around my neck for fear of having it fly across the room during an emphatic gesture. Also I've been chatting with morlock on these subjects as well, with interesting results and more food for the evil thought monsters in my brain. So, obviously marriage has been on my mind a lot.

It's really hard not giving away the theme of our weddingthing until the invites go out! I really want to talk about the ideas we've had! grrr. It's going to be amazing if I can pull together the monies to make it happen.

Anyways.

Always when I'm busy the creative demons start coming out. I don't understand why they can't be active when there's nothing going on and I'm bored or something, but no, it's usually when I have things to do coming out of my ears. I guess it's just another by-product of my brain being busy. Seriously though - the characters I mentioned last week have been yelling at me - not my main characters, but the supporting cast for the stories I've been mulling over. I've been feeling a need to draw again, which morlock will probably be happy about. ;) (probably his fault, too, since he's started drawing lately.) And I've been feeling this insane urge to quilt. To the point where I was strongly considering going to JoAnn's and pricing fabric and one of those cute handheld sewing machines. Planning a seriously non traditional pattern, though... lets just say I was kind of inspired by this, though I doubt I have the patience or perserverance to do anything quite that amazing. But yeah, something in the same spirit, though that's all I'm going to say, cause if I do pull something like that off, they are so going to be gifts for people reading this.

Mosquito bites in uncomfortable and hard to reach places suck.

I'm stuck in my belly dance choreography, cause I can't figure out how to tie one sequence to another. I know what I want to do and what I want to convey, but I'm not sure how to transition through it smoothly. Poop.

So much to do, so little time. And so much TV to watch. Gotta finish the second season of Taxi and watch the second season of Lost before the third one premieres. Apparently I like being hit in the WTFM8 spot twice an hour, who knew. And at some point, I need to get up off my arse and finish my house. it's been two months now, and I haven't even gotten all my stuff out of QT-9 yet.

I need to make some lists. :P

I need to work now.

Well, on a more positive note, I sit in the composition notebook like mottling caused by afternoon/evening sunshine trying it's best to poke its way through the gigantic maple tree outside of my bedroom window. The breeze is making the patterns shift and shimmer on the walls and across my lap. I'm quite enjoying this.

Several hours and accomplishing much at work has done much to settle the seriously jangled nerves from this morning's kick to the guts. I'm no longer utterly enraged by that email. Disgusted and saddened, absolutely, and somewhat resolved in the fact that staying away from that whole poison factory back in Brooklyn is probably the best thing I've ever managed to do for myself. I may have issues, everyone does, but I think I can say I'm decidedly more well adjusted than most of them - I just didn't have hard evidence before! Thanks for the comments and the IMs and the walk (that's for morlock) though, they've been incredibly supportive and some of you lent some much needed perspective and advice. Ultimately I think I'm going to go with myburningviolin's idea and snailmail both a printout of the email and my general thoughts about how inappropriate it was. It will be difficult keeping my language non-inflammatory while doing so, but I think I'm up to the challenge. At best, it gets the line of communication open. At worst, which is still pretty good considering, I get the last word. And I keep my promise to morlock.

Incidentally, I am thinking back to several stellar instances in which I've pulled out claws and fangs via email on other people. Genetics are a funny thing, eh? *shakes head* It's interesting that this comes up today, as morlock and I had just had a conversation last night about how I have a talent for using words to heal or to hurt... funny how they're two sides of the same coin.

Tonight, hopefully, there will be grossfairies, and maybe a bit of cleaning later, though with the soupy air out right now I'm hardly inclined to leap out of my chair and vacuum until my brain explodes. C's coming over tonight as well which will be nice... maybe we'll get some wedding fu discussed? I don't know. We definitely going on the side of FUN for our big party - less wedding reception and more... disco bowling, maybe. :) (though I'm not particularly sold on that idea just yet.) The wedding itself, we're thinking a small family only ceremony at the the spot where C and I exchanged beaded promise rings we made ourselves on the eve of our first summer apart. And then the big crazy bash where everyone gets to come the day after. Which reminds me, I need to email some folk. Looks like this may actually happen. *crosses fingers*

In other news, I'm slowly working out some loose choreography for "Egyptian Reggae". I did a good deal of playing around with the set of zils Joanne lent me over the holiday so I know what I want to do with them, so now it's just working on the movement. The first eight measured kinda got worked out in the shower last night (it's very weird having a shower big enough to sort of dance in, btw!) so I'll refine that and then figure out the next eight... at this rate, maybe I'll have something nailed for the next MEAC show, though I doubt they're going to let a n00b like me have a solo!

I wonder if there's a New England or PV belly dance community out there? if not, I am shocked and appalled at the oversight and vote that nepenthe01 and I start one. ;)

Time to find some dinner methinks.

at least the wedding brunch was tasty. Houses of sugar packets are a lot more stable than houses of cards... course that's where any good about today ends.

So I had to return the tux today. I ran around gathering up various pieces of it this morning (even rescuing the pants from my laundry hamper where I'd instinctually tossed them after doffing them last night) put everything on the original hangers, clipped the tie and the cummerbund to the hanger, put the shoes in the bag, and tossing the plastic over everything. I even emptied the pockets, that's how good I was being. Course I get to Jonothan Reid, and hey look, no cummerbund. I KNOW I clipped it to the hanger, and there isn't anywhere it could have gone between the apartment and anzovin's car, so it SHOULD have been there. Retraced steps, no stupid piece of tummy fabric.

I can NOT afford a $20 fine. Not for something this asinine.

Anyone wants me I'll be in my room sulking royally.

One of the main reasons that I will probably continue to take the PVTA even after I get my license is that I'd miss chatting with the bus drivers if I stopped. Especially Phil. The man will talk until your ears fall off in protest, but goddamn, he's interesting. One of those guys who's packed a lot of living into his years (and there aren't all that many of them, considering the depths of his experiences). Anyway, I just got off the bus after a long chat about classical music which sidetracked into Victor Borge and PDQ Bach (wow, someone else who listens to PDQ Bach!!! Awesome!) and then he revealed that he is the keeper of the Holy Grail - namely he has a CD with the recording of "New York, New York" played on old car horns, and he's going to lend it to me. I swear my little heart just turned cartwheels with joy.

He also made me realize that I've pretty much abandoned my music lately. Not just the playing of it, though he firmly ordered me to go home tonight and pick up my violin for fifteen minutes. But I really haven't been listening to it much either since the car hit me and my iPod went bye bye. Really all I've been hearing are the few songs I snatched off of my drive and put on my work computer and I've long since tired of those, and occasionally cool stuff off of athene's iPod when she brings it in. I also haven't made any mixes in a while, for which I have utterly no excuse, 'specially since I have the Green mix all ready to go and added one more track to it yesterday. Which is kinda sad really. There was a time when I spent just about all of my time jacked in to some sort of sound... and I miss it. Probably time to pick up the various aspects of it again. Even if by now attempting to play my old friend'll sound more like cats mating violently than anything else. Not to mention I can probably plug my keyboard into my stereo... course, I'd have to find the power cord for it first. I also sure as hell can't play clarinet with hard reeds anymore - I'd blow holes through my cheeks.

Note to self, stop by Downtown Sounds before going to the Big Mall tonight. I apparently should pick up a few little things...

On another note, something to remember - Phil mentioned a place in Wisconsin called House on The Rock that I apparently must see sometime in my life. I can't imagine when I'll be in Wisconsin of all places, but if the collection of old pneumatic powered musical ensembles is as neat as Phil says, I will indeed have to check it out at some point. Maybe during that proverbial cross country road trip me and the girl want to take at some point... Hmm. I smell possible honeymoon idea. >:D

damn it, must reupload rest of icons. I found 15 ultimately too stifling and paid for extra ones when I renewed my account. Be nice to see and use my old friends sometime...

Seriously overslept this morning, shit shit shit.

So much for getting anything productive done today. Looks like I'll be staying home today and going in early tomorrow.

so, the post about athene and lordaerith's wedding! I'll post pics tomorrow - I'll just use a card reader at this point. Growl!

In case I hadn't said it before, their wedding was gorgeous - probably the most beautiful wedding I have ever attended. What you get when you get two theater lovin' Pagan game geeks together. It was up at the Warfield House, which was surrounded by scenery porn galore, and though some dark thunderclouds hung in the sky, it thankfully didn't rain anywhere near the ceremony.

I know they had some costumery issues before the ceremony - not that anyone noticed. Everyone looked gorgeous.

They had four bridesmaids and four groomsmen dressed in elemental colors (whic later ad a big role in the ceremony) and cooler than cool, the bridesmades carried daggers and the groomsmen had these swords *drool* anyway. And the bride and groom themselves were, well breattaking. I can honestly say I've never seen lordaerith look that handsome before.

The wedding ritual was... well. It was obvious that they put a lot of thought into the sequence, the blocking...

you know what, maybe I'll just run to CVS and put tese damn pics on a CD. This sorta needs pictures to tell appropriately. :)