I Am By Turns Ranty, Bitchy, and Delighted This Weekend
So I cannot be alone in having suffered some sort of Bloglines weirdness? I think I saw Chicky tweet about something related?
Basically, for the last few weeks, only some blogs' feeds have been picked up by my bloglines, but I didn't notice, because others were, so it looked like business as usual, only slower. I figured some of you were just busy or tired or off having fun at BlogHer: Boston Edition, and didn't second-guess it. WRONG!
So I missed all kinds of things, and suddenly have some 150+ extra posts to wade through... yeah. If I am normally around and commenting and I haven't been, this is likely why. But meanwhile - I missed GGC's girl coming into the world! Bloglines, you suck. I hate that you just totally made me look like a bad bloggy friend.
I was at a wedding outof town this weekend. A relative's wedding. It was lovely - not to big, nice setting, some of the more ridiculous wedding traditions avoided, and all the rest. I can't quite help myself, though, with the relentless fashion critic in my head. Seriously, if I were funnier and more addicted to daytime soaps and Aaron Spelling shows, I could be a Fug Girl. What was it that brought out my cat claws?
On the bride: While I did the think the dress was a bit too white and a bit too shiny, that's a taste thing. On the whole, she was lovely. Her hair was beautiful, her dress flattering. So what am I feling catty about? Girl was a smidge tanorexic. She could have thrown on some baby oil and struck a bodybuilding pose. Which, unfortunately, also meant her face was a different colour than her body, as her makeup had been done for a white person, making her chalkier than she should have been. (Her eye makeup was a bit too much, too, but that's not a first for her - she likes to play with makeup. Fair enough.)
On the MOB: You know those jackets that older women sometimes wear for special occasions? With no collar, no buttons, and as much beading, spangling, or sequins as they can get on so that it looks, you know, special? yeah. Ugliest one I've ever seen. This lady is just not old enough to be wearing one of those jackets, if you ask me, and there is nothing more again than that except mayb mint green pantsuits.
On other guests: Okay, really just one other guest, wearing a suit that didn't look strange at first glance, until Misterpie ( a bitchy fashion critic in his own right, I might add) asked me if she was wearing a skirt or pants. I looked. Um, pants with four floaty panels on top of them of a chiffon material in the same colour? What is up with that?
On me: Did you think I was immune? Hell, no. I was having a hard time finding something that didn't make me look still pregnant, but came up relatively satisfied with a black and white dress, improved the neckline with a couple of vintage rhinestone dress clips shaped like leaves, and punched the whole thing up with some shiny, ruby-red shoes. Got there to discover that the ceremony was outside, and it was freezing. So my shawl for the evening? A charming soft fleecy baby blanket in light blue. Hott.
My dad is getting married! When they came to visit us in the hospital, Opapie and LawyerLady told us they got engaged, but I wasn't sure whether that meant they had plans to get married at some defined point, or vaguely in the future, or maybe not at all.
This weekend, with the wedding going on and all, it seemed like a perfect opener to ask them about it without seeming like I was prying too much. Turns out they are thinking spring, maybe April. They want to keep it low-key, not a real "wedding" so much as a little gathering of their closest to celebrate.
I am so thrilled for them. They are both such awesome people, and are so sweet together. I really loved seeing them dancing together at the wedding to some loud, fun song, twirling away and obviously having a great time with each other. That's the way it should be. The way it was with my mom, long ago when I was young, bu thadn't been for ages and ages before they finally split. Opapie spent so many years sticking it out with us and taking care of my sister, making sure the split was done in a way so as to keep my mom okay, and everything else. He is a really good guy, and I am so very happy to see him finding happiness and that old glow again.
Overall, bloglines aside, it's a good weekend when you can go away for a night, celebrate someone's wedding, drink some wine, and find out good news.