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Okay, y'all, check it out. (I really should stop reading CuppaJoe's diary, before I go all ghetto-cool and start spouting yo-isms and y'all's all over the place. If only Joe weren't so hip and all that; I fear I am doomed.) Will the REAL Brian Lafferty please stand up? As the Vineyard Turns *For the purposes of reference, it should be noted that low-income (aka affordable) housing on the Vineyard is $700/month for a 300 square foot studio apartment. Which probably has no windows, but that's just idle supposition on my part. I do, however, feel safe to say it definitely has no views at that price. Oh, and by the way, 300 square feet is a 30 x 10 foot space. Or 20 x 15. For 700 bucks a month PLUS utilities. Can you imagine the riff-raff? Shuh. That Sibley (bird) chick must be positively ape at the thought of whom her neighbors would be at that insanely low price. Diaryland Gold (damn that Joe...) Love, Look at the Two of Us... So, like, the wedding was pretty decent, considering I didn't know either of the people getting married. The bride was really nice though, and she looked gorgeous (and I'm not just saying that) and I was REALLY impressed that she knew my name, even though she'd never met me. Turns out she'd studied her guest list, so when she heard my boyfriend's name, she knew who to pair it with. Which is pretty damned impressive, if you ask me; she didn't know either one of us. If it were MY wedding, I woulda said "hey; it's MY day, and these people can learn MY name, thank you very much." I sure as heck would not have studied a guest list. That woman has manners, and based solely on that, if nothing else, I hope she has a stellar life filled with happiness. She also seemed a truly nice, genuine person, so that's easy to say. Both she and her new hubby were really nice people, and it made me really happy to have gone when they actually toasted all us guests and thanked us for coming and sharing their happiness. They said it better, but at any rate, I thought it was nice and made me happy I'd gone. Plus I met a really nice woman named Maureen and had a great time talking to her, so it was generally a very pleasant evening all the way around. I am, however, totally bummed that I did not get to dance with the boyfriend. We were eating dinner during the few slow songs that were played, and by the time we finished, it was all Bob Dylan-y and stuff like that, which segue'd briefly into karaoke, which was somewhat odd, and then that gave way to the Moulin Rouge soundtrack and Voulez-Vous Couchez Avec Moi C'est Soir, which I suppose is kind of fitting, if not entirely "appropriate." Not that anything the bride/groom choose to play can be deemed really inappropriate, but anyway. There was no slow dancing. That's it, I guess. I hear an ugly rumour you can actually make a diaryland trading card, so maybe tomorrow I'll make one of those. And there are two excellently stupid quotes I heard about, so when I find them, they will have to go up. That chick who doesn't like common birds is apparently quite stupid when it comes to quotes. Which just fills me with glee, but I guess that's for another day. Until then, I remain, faithfully, your Katie. Peace out, y'all. copyright 2002
- 2005 Katie Doyle; all rights reserved
In which Katie shares sad news - Wednesday, Apr. 01, 2015
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