I went home this weekend, as in down 700 mi to Charlotte. It's like I had never left. Weird, maybe because it's only been three weeks. Anyways. It was terribly hard to tear both me and my sister away from the prospect of Saturday, when my friends would be renting an RV to go to Ann Arbor for the game. Poor us. Back home for a wedding, of all things. I don't know what the pissiness was all about. I just was bummed about missing a weekend. It was so nice to see all of the family, especially the Schrade kids who are the best in the world. Krysta was the flower girl in B's wedding and took about 3 years getting down the aisle, as she insisted on handing a rose bud to every person on the end of each row, of which I was one [sweet.] I amazingly didn't stutter any of the words of the First Reading, nor did I trip down the altar stairs in my red heels. Overall a great success. I turned into waterworks of course when I saw B's face as he looked at Megan. I haven't seen anyone so completely crazily in love in a while and it got me. I kept seeing that skinny tan cousin of mine who would wreak havoc on Isle of Palms with me when we were little. Now he's all grown up.
A good time was had by all at the reception, especially when I convinced the DJ that playing Ruben Blades would make the Ecuadorian women lose their minds. The damper on the occasion was the game which apparently we fudged up. I guess I am glad I didn't go then. But now it's nice to be back here, sitting at my crappy little desk working away at my homework once again. But only after I had to, obviously, spend hours catching up with everyone about the mad drama that went on this weekend, again. Welcome back to Marion.
This week is going to suck suck suck. Aside from the newspaper owning my soul and the added pressure of careers (did you really have to make a fair to remind me?) there of course are obligatory random meetings and another impending game weekend. And Dad coming this weekend. He was not too pleased with my body art. I'm on thin ice again it looks like. "Oops."
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