He messed up my mom's hand on Sunday, too. She was just trying to be nice to him.
I also have a big blackandblue mark on my left forearm. It's pretty big, and was a little swollen, even! I don't know where it came from. And I got a few bruises on my knee, and a HUGE one on my right thigh (the size of a half-dollar, and a lovely dark violet,) presumably at the Bachelorette Party. I don't remember it happening, but that doesn't surprise me much. I was pretty toasted.
On Saturday, before the Bachelorette Party, I went to Michelle's sister's graduation party. All of her grandma's and great-aunts remembered me and gave me kisses. Later in the evening was Gina's big night out, organized largely by Kelly. It was so much better than I had imagined, and I had imagined it being a pretty good time. I think the secret was that we all embraced the Cheese of the night, instead of acting like we were too good for it. Man, but the club? A total donut-fest! To any single boys in the area, I recommend Polly Esther's. Lots of drunk Bachelorette Party girls. Ooh, and a cute shotgirl. I had three bodyshots that evening, one from a guy, and two from the shotgirl. It occurred to me that while we would have had little interest in witnessing the Bachelor Party, the Bachelorette Party was hot.
Am I allowed to say all that stuff? Yes, right?
And Saturday is the wedding. I bought my outfit last night; the other week I mentioned to Hal that I didn't have a dress yet, and he said "make sure to get something comfortable." Comfortable! I was sure he was going to say "slutty"! So I ended up getting a top and a skirt last night, which is nice, because I'll look good (probably not as good as Tami, though, grumble), but I'll be able to wear the shit again.
I love Express. It's my favorite store. I hadn't been in there in months (it's dangerous), but I went in there and didn't like a LOT of the stuff. And still found an outfit I loved. Sweet.
I went to get nail polish to match the top, and it was TEN DOLLARS! Fuck that noise.
Oh, on Sunday my mom and I went to Batsto Village. It's HISTORICAL. I was really glad we went; and that's funny, because it's exactly the sort of thing my parents would drag my brother and I to when we were little. My mom and dad later claimed that they had dragged us to Batsto Village when we were little (I didn't remember it). And here I am, a twenty-four-year-old hipster, and I'm INITIATING this field trip! Awesome! I learned about spinning wheels.
My mom and I are going to open a llama farm. Want in? Send me an email.
I bought a new cell phone last week, and it made me FAR more happy than a material object should be capable of making me. Oh well! And I can't get enough of the ring tone. I can't get enough of the ring tone. It makes the geek in me happy -- nay, elated. Giddy. Swoon.
I've been spending way too much money this month. The phone, the outfit, the numerous parties . . . and then I spend like eight million dollars via online shopping for stuff I don't really need. Also I've been running my air conditioners all day. Guh. This shit is going to catch up with me, I know it.
Did I tell you that last week I designed a Stormwater Management System? I did. I'm quite proud of myself. See, that makes me happy, and satisfied with my job. I started with a grading plan, and I drew the drainage divide lines, and designed all the inlets and pipes. I've done all the parts before, but this one I got to do myself from start to finish. Work is good when it's like this. Or when I'm getting props for all those trees I did those months ago: people keep coming back from the site and saying "I don't know how you did all that!" So I think I might stick around? I'm considering signing another year lease at my apartment. Another whole YEAR! What committment! Committment makes me uncomfortable.