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| 1 oct 2001 "but maybe... love shouldn't be so hard..." ah, a very rare double picture day. so, saturday, i dragged my ass out of bed at 7:15 to get dressed for the wedding.� who the hell has a NINE am wedding?!� anyway, i decided not to wear my suit because i didn't feel like dressing up all the way, so i just decided to go as a high school master debater (heh, i almost said "masturbator").� so that's me with my 80-something grandpa on the picture at the left.� yes, yes, the blue wool blazer i have on is a little too hot for the occasion, and it's also way too big for me.� but the cool thing is that it has these brown suede ELBOWPATCHES.� oh, and i'm wearing these beautiful bruno magli brown leather cap-toe shoes that sadly, though, are a little too small for me.� i need to go out and guy a shoe tree or something to stretch them out. but yeah.� masturbator.� hee hee. and during the wedding ceremony itself, i took the picture on the right... two fucking turtles, literally!� ok, i'm not sure exactly how turtles have sex, but hell, anything doggy-style looks like sex to me, so i thought that was a pretty cool shot. the wedding kind of made me sad.� because there were only 12 people in the audience.� yup.� 5 people from the groom's side, and 7 from the bride's side.� no friends were invited... only close family.� now, i don't really know either of them, but my mom is the bride's cousin or something, so that's why i had to go... my mom couldn't fly out to be there herself, so she requested my presence in her place.� gack. but anyways, there were no friends there.� and that just bummed me out.� if i were getting married, i'd wanted to be surrounded by my best buds, of course!� i don't know if the couple is antisocial, or wanted to keep the costs down, or something else, but i just found it disturbing that the wedding party was so small.� *shrug*� everyone has their own reasons, i guess. the day was totally drawn out.� after the ceremony, we had to help clean up, and then we went to a resturant called viaggio for an italian lunch.� i don't get italian food.� it just doesn't taste good.� anyways, we lingered around the restaurant, and then went to the bride's apartment for cake.� then they did this weird cantonese custom where the newlyweds kneel in front of the parents, and they offer tea, and the mom blesses the couple, and then they switch places and offer the other parent tea, and so on, with quite a few family members.� oh, and the people blessing the couple give gold jewelry or something.� i dunno.� by the end of it, the bride had like multiple gold necklaces and gold bracelets click-clanking around.� it was like she was trying to be mr. t or something. i was rude.� i fell asleep sitting up on the couch during much of the cake ceremony.� i dunno.� i guess getting up four hours earlier than i normally do really hit me hard. i was so happy to get out of there... partially because my feet were killing me in those size 10 (i usually wear 10.5) shoes.� i got a few small blisters.� yuck.� so, i lounged around, watch stanford football beat USC (woo hoo!), and decided i had best represent my mom again by going to the wedding dinner.� *sigh*� it was lots of seafood, that's all i can say.� they also served deep-fried pigeons or something, and when i saw the blackened bird heads, i freaked out.� gross. ----- yesterday, i was having lunch with jay and margaret at miyake.� you know, it's pronounced "mee yah keh."� not "mee yah kee."� just to let you know.� that last syllable isn't "kee/key."� similar for the word "sake."� anyways... next to us was this couple.� like lebanese descent or something (i'm just guessing).� but they didn't say a word throughout the entire meal.� and that made me really upset.� it just makes me feel all trapped and stuff... like the couple is just stuck together without any love or compassion or understanding... that they're just going through the motions of being together, without actually being TOGETHER in heart and in spirit.� *shrug*� i HATE watching silent couples.� or silent families.� where IS the love??? but shit.� miyake really hit the spot.� afterwards, i had TWO pearl milk tea's.� i've gotten two before, but for some reason, i was really embarassed when the guy at the counter plunked down TWO drink containers, and i received them in my two hands.� i said softly to jay that i wanted to leave so people wouldn't laugh at me, and he started laughing so hard he almost spit up the pearl milk balls in his mouth. the reason why i get two is so that i can fully enjoy my pearl milk tea.� if i only get one, then i'm too preocccupied with achieving the correct tea/balls balance per suck.� so when i get two, i just go nuts... no matter what happens, i get enough tea and balls to fill me up, so i don't care at all about the balance factor.� :)� by the way, i always feel sick afterwards.� but i have yet to puke pearl milk tea.� but i do think it would look awesome... yacking all this cold tea up with black chunks of squooshy rice all over the place.� cool! ----- the good news: nothing bad has happened on my trip so far.� my flights aren't cancelled (yet). bad news #1: according to the weather reports, it will probably rain new york while i'm there.� fuck.� i hate the rain.� it ruins everything. anyways, tomorrow is the beginning of the long trek eastward... i am getting up at 3:30 or so to catch a 4am cab ride to san jose airport.� the flight leaves at 6, and thus begins the terrifying prospect of delayed/missed/hijacked flights (knock on wood). but the thought of sleeping in the same bed as karen kind of makes me shake.� i wonder if i'll be able to get any sleep; i just might stay awake all night watching her slumbering peacefully.� *sigh* by the way, the _friends_ premiere sucked.� i'm setting the vcr tonight to tape the _buffy_ opener tomorrow night. well.� september came and went, didn't it?� that was a fast month.� in hindsight, of course... it certainly seemed slow when i was wishing for my trip to happen a few weeks ago, but damn.� i'm leaving tomorrow! so adieu for now.� if i don't update by next monday, assume the worst.� *ack* |
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