White Weddin'

About two months ago I was invited to a wedding. The deadline to reply is next week.

For those two months, the invitation sat on my desk. Every time I looked at it I wondered if I should go or not. I've never been to a real "Do you?" "I do." wedding before, just a piece of shit dining hall get together. I don't know anything of the rituals or customs. Plus, from what I understand, it's important to have a date. Nuts to that. If I followed rules like that, I'd never see a movie in a movie theater.

Oh, wait, it's been, ah, a year. Nevermind.

But I sent it out. I replied that I will go. Now it's all "aw, hell, I really don't want to go." Every step of the way in my discovery of customs is like that. Bridal registry, hey, ok. What, what do you mean I gotta give a gift AND give a card with money in it? That's two gifts! Um... does it matter I only know the bride?

At least I'm getting something back. I checked "salmon" on the response. Too bad Turducken wasn't on the menu. And nevermind that you can't spell "Turducken" without "Turd". That is irrelevant.

I'm still sick. I've been going to work, but I've got a disgusting persistant cough. Very attractive I'm sure. That and just general malaise is breaking down my DDR ability. I've been on a 4x/week regimen so far and I'm nervous about breaking it, but playing crappily isn't going to help me push the limits.
At least it gave me an excuse to recreate a character on The Grid. I'm not sure whether my new nickname is better than my old one. Old one: "Herpes", as in "You Got Herpes!" when you kill me, "You Were Burned By Herpes!" when I kill you with a flamethrower, etc. New one: "Uglier", as in "You Got Uglier!". Then again, "You Were Burned By Uglier!" doesn't make much sense. But perhaps associating myself with an STD I don't have isn't exactly the best foot forward.

They say Life is an STD. And that's just pretty fucking cynical.

Only the Turducken is more cynical. Yes, it's real. No, it isn't a joke. Well, maybe it was at first, but...

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