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Feb. 13th, 2011 11:57 pmsis scooped up mom's position in the guilt-trippin dept and has been giving me near-daily shit about not inviting her to the wedding. "but...NO ONE is invited!" i say, resorting to a fucking pre-pubescent wail, because i never learn, or grow, and because i shouldn't have to explain myself. this kind of thing and then two seconds later she's like "oh, but it's YOUR DAY, so of course you can do whatever you want." straight up one-two punch. i love her, i do, i promise, but that is some BULLSHIT.and naturally i feel guilty, of course i do! BECAUSE i never learn, because i yam who i yam, and because i wonder if mom was still alive, would i have had or wanted a more traditional wedding-wedding? i don't know, can't answer, mom's gone and that's that. i haven't yet had the heart to point out to sis that SHE didn't want a huge wedding, either. that she did it for mom. but ehh, what good would it do.
then the other night, she calls, and she's running through that wedding checklist thing (the one that is all tradition and not so important to me, exactly...or at all) and asking what i have left. begrudgingly i'm like "wellll, i might have something borrowed/blue--a client offered to..." and before i can finish my sentence, sis pipes in with "NO--you tell her your sister is taking care of it!" ok, fine, i will.i was going to say the client wanted to lend me blue chandelier earrings from paris, and what with these plug holes in my earlobes, it's not like that would work, anyway. sis jabbers on and offers to make me a purse from her old wedding dress--and while i think that's amazing and SO adorable and i would love it, i don't think it's exactly necessary to point out that the resulting purse won't be either blue OR borrowed. but whatever.
one thing, though--once we were square on the wedding deets, she and i were reminiscing about our respective bar-hopping days in laguna beach. (hers were 15 years prior to mine, but most of the same places are there, still chugging away.) i like the sandpiper lounge, total dive bar, perfectly scummy and fun. she prefers the royal hawaiian -- i think mainly because, back in her day, they used to serve drinks to all the high schoolers. we went back and forth, playing at rivalry about who had the stronger drinks better atmosphere hotter dudes dumber stories....BUT THEN, at the end of one of her reminiscings she's like "and then after we were drunk, the guys used to go pick up fags at the boom boom room and beat them up down at main beach..." i was fucking astonished. "um, WHAT--these guys were your FRIENDS, and you just stood there and sputter sputter exclam outrage" i said, and she answered some jaw-dropping shit like "oh...they were football players, full of testosterone, YOU KNOW" like that explained that. it's not exactly any big shock to learn that she's just as closed-minded as most of the rest of the family, but dude. GET A CLUE. is there anyone more fag-haggy and sympathetic and actively disgusted by prejudiced crap like that than her little sister? fuck it anyway.
oh but:
then the other night, she calls, and she's running through that wedding checklist thing (the one that is all tradition and not so important to me, exactly...or at all) and asking what i have left. begrudgingly i'm like "wellll, i might have something borrowed/blue--a client offered to..." and before i can finish my sentence, sis pipes in with "NO--you tell her your sister is taking care of it!" ok, fine, i will.i was going to say the client wanted to lend me blue chandelier earrings from paris, and what with these plug holes in my earlobes, it's not like that would work, anyway. sis jabbers on and offers to make me a purse from her old wedding dress--and while i think that's amazing and SO adorable and i would love it, i don't think it's exactly necessary to point out that the resulting purse won't be either blue OR borrowed. but whatever.
one thing, though--once we were square on the wedding deets, she and i were reminiscing about our respective bar-hopping days in laguna beach. (hers were 15 years prior to mine, but most of the same places are there, still chugging away.) i like the sandpiper lounge, total dive bar, perfectly scummy and fun. she prefers the royal hawaiian -- i think mainly because, back in her day, they used to serve drinks to all the high schoolers. we went back and forth, playing at rivalry about who had the stronger drinks better atmosphere hotter dudes dumber stories....BUT THEN, at the end of one of her reminiscings she's like "and then after we were drunk, the guys used to go pick up fags at the boom boom room and beat them up down at main beach..." i was fucking astonished. "um, WHAT--these guys were your FRIENDS, and you just stood there and sputter sputter exclam outrage" i said, and she answered some jaw-dropping shit like "oh...they were football players, full of testosterone, YOU KNOW" like that explained that. it's not exactly any big shock to learn that she's just as closed-minded as most of the rest of the family, but dude. GET A CLUE. is there anyone more fag-haggy and sympathetic and actively disgusted by prejudiced crap like that than her little sister? fuck it anyway.
oh but:
