zinchexagon

waltzing matilda
2002-05-07 04:27:07 (UTC)

Weeding Reception

A spring Saturday weeding. Invited at the last minute
(well, 2 weeks or so before) by an ex boyfriend who only
communicates with me when he's in between girlfriends. He
was most attentive and picked me up from my house and we
went for pizza. Then to his sister's and her boyfriend's
house. Went passed S's old house and recognised the pub and
the local shops frequented 10 years ago. The house
beautifully kept and freshly decorated. Things always seem
so at the beginning.

Nibbles and vodka. The sister and her boyfriend baby talked
without (their) embarrassment. The ex boyfriend getting
pisseder and pisseder [sic]. Taxi to Pittville Pump Rooms.
The mother of the ex boyfriend wearing turqouise floral
print, her husband wearing grey suit. Both v. pissed. He a
boogier, she a spitter. The groom and groom's brother
interchangeable to my shy eye. The bride Jane Austen
outfitted and baroque hair. A band no-one wanted to dance
to until the groom? groom's brother? stood and demanded
everyone get themselves on to the dance floor. The band
took a break and people genuinely started to dance to
Robbie Williams. The ex boyfriend's mother coming over to
me, spittle spraying, 'you're such fun, it's a shame my son
is still immature, by the time he's ready you'll be married
off with two kids. My husband is eight years older than me.
You will come to our barbecue tomorrow?'. Tempting.

Stole a piece of cheese as part of my adult personality at
any wedding reception - red leicester with garlic and
herbs, called 'Beauchamp'. Reminded me of K's wedding - the
best man eyeballing my piece of cranberry cheese and
saying 'bejesus, that's a large piece of cheese' as I
tucked it into my handbag.

Walked into town to get a cab afterwards with the sister
being whiney that her feet had blisters in a baby talk
way. Vegetarian burgers for the others and a piece of
cheese for me. The taxi driver the ex and I got was taken
with me and charged me 30p less than the meter read. The ex
drunkenly repeating, 'please come and stay at my house'.
Tumbled into my childhood bed and slept like a baby, no
talking.

Now have insomnia. Got to be up in 1.5 hours for work. Yuck.




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