August 20th, 2003 - 1:01 am
» bells and footfalls and soldiers and dolls
Saturday my sister is getting married. Between now and then I have to finish her tablecloth and the video presentation for her reception and figure out what I’m wearing to the groom’s dinner and pack the rest of my things so I can go back to school Sunday.
It’s strange, thinking of her with a new name. With a husband. With a future that possibly involves things like moving to Alaska. She’s happy, though, and I’m happy for her, and it’s one of those rare easy and uncomplicated things in life.
I turned 21 last Wednesday, and I had to stand up and dance the cha-cha in front of our whole room at Buca’s. How I love public embarrassment. Erin, Steph, and Mel took me out drinking, which was quite nice; I got pleasantly buzzed and we had an early night of it.
The bachelorette party was Friday through Sunday, and because I’m not at all convinced there aren’t pictures somewhere out in the vast world of the internet, I’m not going to tell where. Suffice it to say there was a great deal of drinking, and a good share of nudity, and a lot of laughter.