Monday, February 12, 2007
sniffle. hork.
i went all winter until now without getting a cold, except for a tiny psuedo one in october which lasted one day and appears to have been about something else. but it has been really satanically cold here, and what with the show and the commuting and the school and the dayjob, i sort of figured this was coming down.
it doesn't appear to be very virulent. but i am feeling kind of dumb.
we haven't had much time to think about the wedding. i just want it to be fun. the prospect of the big party and the bigger promises hasn't been ruling my existence over the last six months, and so far as i'm concerned, that's as it should be . . . but i really do hope it's fun. i'm not always the best at throwing parties, especially in places where i don't live much anymore. i'm kind of a mole. i am not the person who responds when someone in charge yells, let's get this party started. but i hope people put a little bit of extra go-go in their boots and drink a lot and give us hugs and talk too loud. i hope someone moons someone. i hope there's some make-out. this is what i really want out of the party part of the wedding: incriminating photographs. when i check in with myself about the whole wedding thing, this is where the most unformed of the anxieties lie--my worry that people don't love us enough to be goofy, that the affair will be subdued where we'd hoped for exuberance.
i'll draft some kind of affirmation for that one.
it doesn't appear to be very virulent. but i am feeling kind of dumb.
we haven't had much time to think about the wedding. i just want it to be fun. the prospect of the big party and the bigger promises hasn't been ruling my existence over the last six months, and so far as i'm concerned, that's as it should be . . . but i really do hope it's fun. i'm not always the best at throwing parties, especially in places where i don't live much anymore. i'm kind of a mole. i am not the person who responds when someone in charge yells, let's get this party started. but i hope people put a little bit of extra go-go in their boots and drink a lot and give us hugs and talk too loud. i hope someone moons someone. i hope there's some make-out. this is what i really want out of the party part of the wedding: incriminating photographs. when i check in with myself about the whole wedding thing, this is where the most unformed of the anxieties lie--my worry that people don't love us enough to be goofy, that the affair will be subdued where we'd hoped for exuberance.
i'll draft some kind of affirmation for that one.
