I hate being this busy. As some of you know, Master and I got
Preparations consisted mostly of cleaning and butchering chickens. See, my dad apparently decided that since there are NO restaurants I can eat at nearby (save for a single Mongolian grill the next town over and a couple of fast food restaurants.... no.....?) that we got to prepare a wedding feast! Of chicken wings and beer. Yaaaaaaaaay.
So we bought three chickens and had a friend bring over one that was just hanging out in our freezer, and I cut off all the best bits (sorry veg[an/etarian]s) to make boneless wings. The pre-prep mostly took care of things, fortunately. We did most of the work on Monday, and my dad flew in Tuesday (and boy were his ...-shot in the face-)
So the actual wedding was on Wednesday. I use this term REALLY loosely, because it was a courtroom thing. Master had his suit, I got a dress after three weeks of deliberation and made a relatively hasty decision, and it was all okay. His dad decided to go slacks shopping at the last minute, though (??????) so the party ended up getting started late. Then he arrived, we said some stuff, ta-da~~~ marriage.
Then it was back to the house so we could finish making that food. And maaaaaaan, let me tell you, my dad gets WHINY when he's hungry.
"oh darling daughter, your dear old dad is hungr"
"sooooooooooooooooo hungr"
"staaaaaarrrrrrrrvvvveeeeeeeessssss"
HE GOT HIS IN THE SECOND BATCH, JUST FOR BEING A SNARK
Because I totally don't tolerate guilt trips from anyone :|
But we got everyone's favorite sauce from Buffalo Wild Wings, so everyone had what they loved, accompanied by ranch and good blue cheese dressing (I am a sucker for choices, especially made out of other animals)
BUT, I didn't butcher the fourth chicken when I did the other three, and that was my mistake. I had enough of everything for EVERYONE, save for myself. So I had to maul a whole chicken before I got to eat. :| When I sat down, GhostDad decided to take the opportunity to tell us how much shit we'd stepped in by not having a big wedding, blah-blah, ecetera, we should have cut him off at that point, really. (Again, don't tolerate guilt trips)
And YES, I KNOW most of Master's family would have rather we had a big wedding. But I'm not going to rely on wedding gifts to pay for an extravagant affair, and I have a hard enough time justifying it when it would be 95% Master's family.
See, I only have about 5 relatives I talk to. Only four, tops, would have been welcome. Master, on the other hand, has about 50 that I've met. There's a whooooole other large portion of family that he has that would want to come. And given that my dad is the type of traditional where the bride's father pays for the wedding..... no. Just, no. I'm not even physically capable of standing for an entire 'real' wedding ceremony, let alone for a reception or rehearsal. I guess Master decided we're having multiple receptions for his family since they live in multiple states, but I'm soooo not looking forward to it.
Other than the wedding itself, we went down to Chicago for that weekend, because Master wanted to see his mom because she couldn't make it.
....
okay
See, I had been told we would probably stay until Monday. Beh. Didn't really want to, but I could. We started planning to leave around 5 at night, because we'd have waited MOST of the day for her. Then, Sunday, we get word that she's actually not coming back until around 8 on Monday. Long story short, we stayed an extra day, because in the House Of Ghosts it is apparently illegal to leave on time, and then stuff started piling up, including me being pissed about our AS OF YET unconsummated marriage (because, come on. I don't want to go for a week without NORMALLY) and then we came home and I went on an alcoholic binge.
Fun stuff.
I've also been working on my camsite (almost theeeeeeeeeere), and have now linked it up with the rest of those links beneath the header. SO. You guys can buy vids and stuff :D I need to make more clips so I can open a clips4sale account, though, but 420 vids will probably remain independent
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