Jun. 18th, 2002

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i spent the weekend in north carolina at my cousin's wedding. i would just like to say that i hate going on trips with my family. we're all incapable of acting on decisions. example: we wanted to know where to eat dinner. i suggested going down to the main desk and asking for recommendations or a map or something. everyone else acknowledged that it would probably work, and then proceeded to sit around and wonder where to go to dinner. nana is especially bad about this, although i suppose i could cut her some slack because she might not have heard my suggestion at all.

the wedding itself was okay. weddings are kind of boring. the reception was also rather low key, but there were strawberries in cream cheese sauce. mmmm. and rebecca did the decorations, which were lovely.
the wedding dinner was very good. also very expensive, and the name (candy's cafe) didn't really fit with the quality (high) of service and food we got. nicholas and kristy (the newlyweds) were very surprised and happy and a little disbelieving when they found out that gretchen's family was making them a canoe. the paddles were a good prelude to that, especially because i'd packed them very tightly so it took a lot of effort to get them out of the box.


i didn't get the cty job, presumably, since they didn't call. i'm not impressed - i'd left enough messages that i figure they'd at least have the courtesy to tell me they weren't interested. so now i get to pick up applications from local places and hope they feel like hiring me.

i went to fencing on sunday when i got back from the airport. i fenced edric and a new girl. edric is a decent fighter, and focuses on a historical manual and style of fencing that's appropriate for his persona. it's an interesting change from the basic "pointy end goes in the other person" stuff. the new girl pegged me in the arm several times. i think that she fights a lot like i used to, even down to the arm sniping and dubious calibration. i have a nice big bruise made from about 3 or 4 hits to the arm right between shoulder and biceps. it's currently purple.

joel and i are going to see spiderman. he's supposed to be packing. instead he's watching cartoons. i suppose i have to check to make sure he's at least sort of packed before we leave.
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i just realized that i missed my doctor's appointment today. luckily since i'm not going to cty, it will be easier for me to reschedule.

there's a thunderstorm predicted for 10.30. i might have to turn the computer off, but i'm still looking forward to the storm. that's the only problem with the northwest - their rain is all boring.

i miss people.

joel's watching tv. it drives me nuts because with the exception of buffy and angel, and possibly smallville (oh, the slash possibilities! i wonder that so many people *don't* see them), i find most tv to be insipid tripe. and i can't stay in the same room with the television without being sucked in. fortunately, i can't see the tv from the computer. but i can hear it. it's annoying me.

mother left for iona yesterday. i'm sure she'll love it. it's making me want to go back to glasgow... i loved that place, it's such a great city. the highlands are prettier - breathtakingly gorgeous, to be exact, but i could never live there. i would hate waking up one morning to realize that i'd gotten used to it and was no longer struck by its beauty.
but glasgow i could live in, if it wasn't so damned expensive. amelia's visiting now, i think, and she promised to buy me lambic. :) whee!

i can smell the rain now. i wonder if they make perfume that smells like thunderstorms. that would be a much worthier scent to bottle than some of the other things out there.

must remember to call david - to see if the gorgets have arrived - and brian rainey, to see why they haven't, if that is indeed the case. he hasn't responded to emails or the message i left. but he, like david, could be out of town. david still hasn't told me if the fourth triplette box has arrived yet, but triplette says it's been sent.

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