No brain left. Buy Social tickets anyhow.
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lenora_roseNo new writing. Writing crowded out of brain. Words lIke "I", "Am", "is", "The" also crowded out intermittently. No apology for this today.
Henna party for Brenna Thursday. Adam and Brenna's Wedding on Saturday - late mornign, with lunch and skating party receptin in early afternoon. Very nice simple little affair. They deserve more than a passing mention here, and I really want to summarise the details properly. Maybe tomorrow when my every thought doesn't seem to spawn another thing I have to do ***this week***, immediately by preference.
Saturday night, social for Mark and Tammy. Good party. Good music (When we left it had fallen into hip-hop, oh well. The song we heard coming in was Dire Straits' Money for Nothing, which seemed promising all things considered.) Great company. But music too loud, even for me as one of the dancers who wants the music up. Tammy looked very good (And rather glittery.) Of course I think Mark looked good, too, but no glitter on him, funny enough. Our Baroness surprised many people used to seeing her in SCA finery with a cute plaid short skirt, kinda school-girlish.
(Oh god I have to e-mail the guy doing our social about music and food and all that soon oh god.)
Okay, I lied a little. I did write Saturday between the reception and the social. Not a lot of new, I'd say I got about 400 words, but they felt pretty right.
There are, to my knowledge, five weddings going on this year among either my friends, Colin's, or both. Of which we're invited to three and having one ourselves. Much as I like Candace, I almost hope that I'm right and she didn't invite us, too.
(Oh, and I have to e-mail about that social donation... I mean it. These kinds of "oh no, another e-mail I must send" thoughts do happen every few minutes at best.)
We saw the woman doing the Reception catering today. We'll be doing a sample meal on Thursday before archery to make final decisions. Tomorrow, the photographer. Boy, oh boy do I hope Wednesday evening stays free.
Went to Church Sunday morning. Sold social tickets at coffee afterward. Took both moms to church concert Sunday Afternoon - love songs theme. Much superb singing, solos and otherwise. Mostly musical-inspired. Did both Aura Lee and Love me Tender, and with only oen song between. Which makes no sense, really, but the arrangements were very different, it was almost worth hearing two different things done with one melody. Sold more social tickets after Colin's mom prodded me into it. I felt like I spent all weekend selling social tickets, though really, i'm barely started.
Oh, Yes. Colin's mom was here. Doing laundry all day every day, it felt like. She's a lovely person. But oh, she seems to insist on cleaning and cooking and helping out to the point at which it makes one feel more guilty than pleased. Still, good company.
Also ironed out the guest list with her (and my mom) and she gave us many many addresses. Colin was sure he'd talked guest list with her, she was sure he hadn't. She was definitely right, as some of her additions (Surprisingly few, all things considered, and it turns out we're okay for invitations even so, but still more than I was comfortable with at this late a date) were people even I knew COlin should ahve thought of.
Went to archery. Shot. relaxed. Did talk some wedding, but lots of not-wedding too, yay! Got possible offer of Stuff for wedding social while we were there (Actually Colin asked, unprompted, about the time I started mulling over the possibility. Those of you who don't know him as well might not understand this is an accomplishment.)
Tonight, I meant to write. Forget it. Wrote many e-mails on socials, etc. But not all the ones I need to, as you can tell.
Frazzle. Tomorrow I push social tickets at work.
If this sounds like panic, it isn't. I'm Wired. The mind is moving super-fast and not entirely in one direction, because if it stops going too fast, and doesn't distract itself by jumping from track to track, it will register how tired I feel.
But I will sleep now. I can sell social tickets tomorrow. (And the brain buzzes, though Friday is better. Friday is payday at work... No. My brain will stop now, and sleep, and dream about selkies or mysterious secret spy adventures or something.)
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forodwaith, do you want to go for coffee (and non-wedding stuff!) sometime next week? E-mail me, or call. I swear I'll be in a better mental state than this.
Henna party for Brenna Thursday. Adam and Brenna's Wedding on Saturday - late mornign, with lunch and skating party receptin in early afternoon. Very nice simple little affair. They deserve more than a passing mention here, and I really want to summarise the details properly. Maybe tomorrow when my every thought doesn't seem to spawn another thing I have to do ***this week***, immediately by preference.
Saturday night, social for Mark and Tammy. Good party. Good music (When we left it had fallen into hip-hop, oh well. The song we heard coming in was Dire Straits' Money for Nothing, which seemed promising all things considered.) Great company. But music too loud, even for me as one of the dancers who wants the music up. Tammy looked very good (And rather glittery.) Of course I think Mark looked good, too, but no glitter on him, funny enough. Our Baroness surprised many people used to seeing her in SCA finery with a cute plaid short skirt, kinda school-girlish.
(Oh god I have to e-mail the guy doing our social about music and food and all that soon oh god.)
Okay, I lied a little. I did write Saturday between the reception and the social. Not a lot of new, I'd say I got about 400 words, but they felt pretty right.
There are, to my knowledge, five weddings going on this year among either my friends, Colin's, or both. Of which we're invited to three and having one ourselves. Much as I like Candace, I almost hope that I'm right and she didn't invite us, too.
(Oh, and I have to e-mail about that social donation... I mean it. These kinds of "oh no, another e-mail I must send" thoughts do happen every few minutes at best.)
We saw the woman doing the Reception catering today. We'll be doing a sample meal on Thursday before archery to make final decisions. Tomorrow, the photographer. Boy, oh boy do I hope Wednesday evening stays free.
Went to Church Sunday morning. Sold social tickets at coffee afterward. Took both moms to church concert Sunday Afternoon - love songs theme. Much superb singing, solos and otherwise. Mostly musical-inspired. Did both Aura Lee and Love me Tender, and with only oen song between. Which makes no sense, really, but the arrangements were very different, it was almost worth hearing two different things done with one melody. Sold more social tickets after Colin's mom prodded me into it. I felt like I spent all weekend selling social tickets, though really, i'm barely started.
Oh, Yes. Colin's mom was here. Doing laundry all day every day, it felt like. She's a lovely person. But oh, she seems to insist on cleaning and cooking and helping out to the point at which it makes one feel more guilty than pleased. Still, good company.
Also ironed out the guest list with her (and my mom) and she gave us many many addresses. Colin was sure he'd talked guest list with her, she was sure he hadn't. She was definitely right, as some of her additions (Surprisingly few, all things considered, and it turns out we're okay for invitations even so, but still more than I was comfortable with at this late a date) were people even I knew COlin should ahve thought of.
Went to archery. Shot. relaxed. Did talk some wedding, but lots of not-wedding too, yay! Got possible offer of Stuff for wedding social while we were there (Actually Colin asked, unprompted, about the time I started mulling over the possibility. Those of you who don't know him as well might not understand this is an accomplishment.)
Tonight, I meant to write. Forget it. Wrote many e-mails on socials, etc. But not all the ones I need to, as you can tell.
Frazzle. Tomorrow I push social tickets at work.
If this sounds like panic, it isn't. I'm Wired. The mind is moving super-fast and not entirely in one direction, because if it stops going too fast, and doesn't distract itself by jumping from track to track, it will register how tired I feel.
But I will sleep now. I can sell social tickets tomorrow. (And the brain buzzes, though Friday is better. Friday is payday at work... No. My brain will stop now, and sleep, and dream about selkies or mysterious secret spy adventures or something.)
forodwaith, do you want to go for coffee (and non-wedding stuff!) sometime next week? E-mail me, or call. I swear I'll be in a better mental state than this.
