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So, I started thinking about the music at my wedding. Going over songs that I really love and all that. And it was appalling. See, I love British music-Radiohead, Blur, Travis, Morrissey, that sort-I want to say there's another boand, but it's new and it's slipped my mind. And while I really really love these songs, there are precious few that I could actually dance to. And so many many many that I couldn't play at all, no way, no how. I mean, There Is A Light That Never Goes Out is a gorgeous love song, but I'm not sure everyone realizes that. "If a double-decker bus/crashes into us/to die by your side/is such a heavenly way to die" See? Lovely and sweet.

I was thinking a lot about a wedding today. Not surprising, since it was the first real wedding I've been to that I remember. 2 when I was wee little, and then the second marriage of one of the first weddings. J But this was the first formal church weding I've been to. So I was making mental notes the whole time-outfits, flowers, pacing, reception, food, etc.

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Only children never really learn that there are times they aren't welcome. Well, not all of them, of course. But it seems to be something that's harder for them to pick up than other people. We were talking about this recently. One of our friends at the wedding is just awful at inviting herself along on things--she invited herself into our car for the drive up, and along to a party that she wasn't really wanted at. And she's utterly impervious to etiquette. She invites herself along in our car, doesn't give us directions till we threaten to not pick her up, says, when she gives us the directions, that she already told us to look them up at mapquest. as if it would be that freaking hard to get them herself and make the appropriate notes. Which is what I do. Didn't give money for gas. offered it, but never actually gave it. She tells stories all the time that, when you can be bothered to pay attention, turn out to be all about her, and phrased in such a way that she's *so* smart and *so* special and *so* cool, and really, she's not. I mean, she's not stupid and all that, she's just not any more smart, special, or cool than the rest of us, esp as what she's thinking makes her so cool are really the same stuff as makes the rest of us cool--study abroad, post-graduate work, a sport she's really good at. All of us have at least some of that in common with her, so we find her boring. And a ridiculous number of her stories are about college--I really hope she's got conversations for other people, but I doubt it. I managed to spend alot of the reception talking with two people I went to college with, and really, college discussions were minimal. We talked about people we'd known in college, but mostly about things in those people's lives since we graduated, not while in college. It's been three years--I loved it dearly while I was there, and I would love to find that sense of community again, but still, it was three years ago, I've moved on. I have other things in my life now.

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From: http://www.antispin.net/~martine/cgi-bin/insanity.cgi?tanaise
"I dreamt of work, but I'm in the meeting, rooms: from meeting room; recently, and it's all about yesterday, when it some reason I love and went through to in a the Meeting that rooms from the right across the morning, and such and then replaced go to buy breakfast. In the cool thing is that is a stoplight in the background: that. And then go to go there is I think is a blue stud earring. Tattooes stretching up to realize the venue at the Yearly meeting rooms. They I went to: do."

And the thing is, I think that's really how I dream. :)

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So very tired.
no cute boys at the wedding.
Too many Italian boys, and they always scare me, so I can't think of them as cute. Doesn't matter, I looked like a freaking hippo. And I'm scared of how many pictures of me there are now out there in the ether. aiieee.
I'm totally losing weight by the end of August, cause I'm not looking like someone stuffed a hippo into blue pastel chiffon if I can possibly help it.
So tired. Chris is crashed on the couch, I'm still trying to catch up on LJ entries and email. Ew. Gorillaz sold out! Bad Damon.
Oh, those who like laughing at me will be amused. When we checked out we discovered that we'd been listed in the hotel computer as C & C Dragisic-Marsh. We're apparently married. And we didn't even know that. Chris was even more freaked by the fact that she hadn't mentioned my name at all to them, so she didn't know where they'd gotten it, or if it had just leaked into the collective unconscious. But that was explained because someone had left a key at the front desk for me and given them my whole name and they must have entered it in the computer. :)