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2025-02-01 22:28Well, my roommate got married today.
It was a small but sweet wedding, maybe thirty guests or so. The ceremony was simple and quick, outside under a blue, cloudless sky. The decorations were basic yet elegant, the food tasty, and the toasts timely. I sat at a table between my roommate's boss and the only other person at that wedding that I knew from a previous meeting (aside from his family) so I at least had someone familiar to chat with.
I got there just before the 11am ceremony and stayed until about 3pm, which is actually longer than I thought I'd be there, but hey, I was actually having kind of a nice time. I Irish Goodbye'd that wedding as soon as everyone was urged to get up from their tables and assemble in the center of the dance floor for the final game, but no one noticed I was gone until way later.
I don't feel super guilty. I really was feeling like garbage because I am now at the tail end of my illness, which happens to be the hacking-up-mucus stage. I am also on my period, and it's the second day, which is the heaviest and most painful, so I felt guilt-free as I left that wedding behind. I paid my dues. I was there for my friend, I took lots of nice pictures that I have already shared with them.
World Market is my favorite store, and there happens to be one near the wedding venue. So I stopped by and bought myself a bag full of delicious imported goodies.
The newly married pair goes on their honeymoon tomorrow, and I'll have the house to myself for a few days. Very much looking forward to it! It's been almost two weeks that I've been cooped up in my room, only coming out for a couple of hours late each night once everyone finally went to bed. Now I'm freeeee.
It was a small but sweet wedding, maybe thirty guests or so. The ceremony was simple and quick, outside under a blue, cloudless sky. The decorations were basic yet elegant, the food tasty, and the toasts timely. I sat at a table between my roommate's boss and the only other person at that wedding that I knew from a previous meeting (aside from his family) so I at least had someone familiar to chat with.
I got there just before the 11am ceremony and stayed until about 3pm, which is actually longer than I thought I'd be there, but hey, I was actually having kind of a nice time. I Irish Goodbye'd that wedding as soon as everyone was urged to get up from their tables and assemble in the center of the dance floor for the final game, but no one noticed I was gone until way later.
I don't feel super guilty. I really was feeling like garbage because I am now at the tail end of my illness, which happens to be the hacking-up-mucus stage. I am also on my period, and it's the second day, which is the heaviest and most painful, so I felt guilt-free as I left that wedding behind. I paid my dues. I was there for my friend, I took lots of nice pictures that I have already shared with them.
World Market is my favorite store, and there happens to be one near the wedding venue. So I stopped by and bought myself a bag full of delicious imported goodies.
The newly married pair goes on their honeymoon tomorrow, and I'll have the house to myself for a few days. Very much looking forward to it! It's been almost two weeks that I've been cooped up in my room, only coming out for a couple of hours late each night once everyone finally went to bed. Now I'm freeeee.
