Monday, September 20, 2004

Music: Aerosmith - I don't want to miss a thing
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I swear. I leave for one weekend and the whole place falls apart.

Apparantly, while I was having an absolute blast at Sara's wedding, Ivan decided to slap Bucknell in the face. It's always nice to go in chronological order, so I'll start with Friday.

I hadn't gotten home until late on Thursday night, so that day hardly even counts. I Friday, however, I got up way too freakin' early for an 8:30 hair appointment that came out really well. I even got to have a cup of coffee while I was there. Thanks DePasquale! I also managed to squeeze in a nail appointment. At Aunt Jill's, there was a professional make-up artist did the make-up for most of the bridesmaids, the mother of the bride, and the bride. My mom got hers done too, but she took it off because it came out orange. The thing about the makeup was that everyone else got very bright golds and beiges on their eyes and overall looked very bright and pretty and happy. I got the "smokey eye" treatment. It looked nice, but standing with the others I looked like the token Goth.

This is a pretty decent shot of what my hair and makeup ended up looking like.

The ceremony was perfect. Sara and Brian were just so happy to be getting married that it gave it a cheerfulness lacking in most weddings. How often does the bride go "Yay! We're married!" after the ceremony? :)Of course, I totally lost my shit during the ceremony. Laura (one of the bride's sisters) was crying, and that made the girl in front of me cry, and that made me cry. What can I say? I'm a total wuss.

The reception was even better. I must have eaten about a quarter pound of prosciutto on my own. All ofthe food was great, especially the desserts. I was so full at that point, but the white chocolate bread pudding and wedding cake with cannoli filling made me change my mind about that. Somehow, someway, the stays in the top of the dress managed not to pop. One complaint though:

Did the bartender HAVE to make the drinks so strong!? I mean, geez! A Malibu Bay Breezer is only supposed to have to coconut rum in it for flavor, not to get you smashed! I ordered the girly drink for a reason! Man! She filled the glass halfway with the Malibu, and the pineapple and cranberry juice just got lost. Oh well.

Oh! One more great thing! I finally got my dad to dance. He *hates* dancing, but he finally agreed to join me for an easy song in the middle of the reception and the last dance. And he didn't even step on my toes!

Anyway, we'll fast forward to Saturday, when I went on the best mall trip ever. Ree-e-e, V, A and I went to Bridgewater. Not only did I get a couple of bubble bath gels and some awesome make-up, but I also went in the Sharper Image. I shit you not, I was sitting in that massage chair for at least half an hour. Good times.

I have to cut some stuff at this point, because I want to get in to Ivan.

So I drove home pretty late last night and as I got in to Lewisburg I saw that 6th Street, the street where I usually park, was blocked off by saw-horses. Upon further inspection, I caught the reflections of the streetlights in the ground. The whole damned thing was flooded. Branches were down all over the place, and when I got closer to my house I was able to turn on to 6th Street. I pull up next to my house I see the Armageddon sign posted above and Joe coming out. I asked him what happened and he told me that Ivan had kicked the town's ass. I went off to go park after that and dragged my shit in to the house.

When I got in, I saw that just about everything was off the floor and on the pool table. "What the fuck happened!?" I exclaimed. Just then, our RA, Nathaniel, came in and told me that I was just in time for the Talk Like a Pirate Day party. "Okay," I said, "Let me rephrase that: 'Yaaar, what the fuck happened!?"

Turns out little Galloway got evacuated at 4 in the morning after two flood sirens and were only recently allowed back in the house. On top of that, there was a dawn to dusk curfew in effect. Lewisburg was in an official State of Emergency. Holy Crap.

I saw pictures from the flood and my jaw dropped. You'd think we lived on the Mississippi River flood plain!

I seriously should have stayed home yesterday.

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