|
Auburnium
|
read my profile
sign my guestbook
Name: Anne
Country: United States
State: Missouri
Metro: St. Louis
Birthday: 5/13/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: reading, astronomy, musicals, singing, theater, bowling, swing dancing, jazz, movies
Expertise: design, I suppose....and maybe photography, possibly web stuff...I guess I should be more confident about all this seeing as I have a degree and all...
Occupation: Marketing
Industry: Retail
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  Whoosh2003
MSN: auburnium13@hotmail.com
Member Since:
5/19/2004
|
|
| Wedding season is kicking into high gear and as such, I'm working more
and more weddings now both as a server at wedding receptions, and as a
wedding assistant for the ceremonies. Anyway, that being said, let me
share about the strangest wedding gift ever.
Apparently
the newlyweds who got married yesterday had a thing for ducks. There
were stuffed ducks, plastic ducks, even a beanie baby duck or two on
the head table. Here's where it gets strange: there was also a pair of
ducks in the back yard of the location where the reception was held. I
mean real, live, quacking ducks with webbed feet and feathers,
Apparently, the bride had said at some point that she wanted live ducks
at her wedding, so her sister got live ducks for the wedding. I felt
really bad for the ducks, because they were being picked up and messed
with most of the evening. Near the end of the night, the poor ducks
were herded onto the terrace into a corner near where the rock band was
playing. They were terrified.
Another small story from the
reception...okay, two small stories. The couple got married at the CSC
so it was a tad awkward to be serving for people that I knew, albeit
only a few of them. There was babysitting upstairs at the
reception. There was an escapee, and I found the little girl looking
lost in the hallway, lower lip dangerously close to trembling. Here's
the conversation:
Me: Are you lost?
Girl: *head shake*
Me: Are you looking for somebody?
Girl: *nod*
Me: Are you looking for your mommy or daddy?
Girl: Daddy.
Me: Okay, let's find Daddy.
So,
with a tray of dirty glasses on one hand, and the little girl clutching
a finger on the other hand, we started wandering around the Whittemore
House pausing at each doorway for me to ask, "Do you see Daddy in this
room?" Daddy turned out to be behind door number 3. Needless to say,
he was a bit surprised to see his daughter clinging to the hand of a
catering server. She was really sweet and pretty darn brave if you
think about it.
Okay, I'm out of stories now... | | |
| ...this is paper delay. I wrote this down on Friday but only just now
got around to typing it. There was a big snow storm Thursday night.
That being said....
I
want to go back to living in a world where snow days were for me too.
I got my hopes up when they made certain that everyone knew the way to
find out if we were going to close due to dangerous road conditions,
but no such luck. In the St. Louis metropolitan area, somewhere around
430 schools and school districts were closed, including at LEAST 5
college campuses.
I measured the snow on our front walk before I
swept and shoveled. We got about 7 inches of snow. You could barely
see poor Ernest under all the snow. The snow was literally up to his
floorboard. It took about 40 minutes of shoveling and sweeping to get
to (I cleared the steps and a path to my car, including shoveling over
part of the tree lawn!) and uncover Ernest. Then I grumbled my way
inside to get breakfast and to pack a lunch, knowing that I had to put
forth an honest effort to try and get to work since we were open. I
dug poor, cold, snow-covered Ernest out of his parking spot and began
to swear as I managed to maneuver away from the curb. I got to the end
of Juniata and saw a huge pile of snow there and began to foster hopes
of getting stuck there. No such luck; I got over it and began to swear
again. The rest of the drive was fairly uneventful, with 2 exceptions:
a Scion tried to zip into my lane on the highway (which looked, like
all the other roads, as if it hadn't been plowed on since midnight) and
nearly spun out, and a pickup truck on Olive did basically the same
thing as it tried to make a left turn at much too high a speed.
When
I finally got to work the guy who made the final decision as to whether
or not we were going to open said to me, "I really don't want to be
here either; I'd rather be at home with my hand on my wife's ass,
because she's still in bed, asleep. But, it's kind of hard to tell the
stores that they have to open when we're not even here.
*sigh* oh well. Wishing for a snow day didn't make me have one.
On
a note unrelated to the snow: I went to the recycling center on
Saturday with at least 3 months worth of recycling (can you tell we
don't go to the recycling center often?) and it made me feel really
good to see at least 4 other cars there. I mean, I feel good when I
recycle in general, but for some odd reason, seeing other people do it
too makes me feel even better. | | |
| So, here is the return of "Movie Reviews by Anne." I went with Toni
and Liz to see "27 Dresses" this morning. (At Des Peres movie theater
where on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday movies before noon are only $4!!
Who'd have thought you could pay that little for a movie??) Anyway, it
is a stereotypical chick flick but a PHENOMENAL stereotypical chick
flick. Hysterical, "aww-worthy", and as Liz put it, "a costume
designer's wet dream." I want that movie once it's on DVD and if the
article from the credits isn't one of the special features, I'm going
to throw a royal temper tantrum.
Okay, I need to stop there, lest I ruin it for anyone that may be planning to see it.
After
the movie, Liz and I went to West County Mall and tried on prom dresses
(she found a fantastic "come fuck me" dress on sale) and then we found
a store that specialized in formal wear. We saw some of the most
delightfully awful prom/debutante/bridesmaid dresses. Then, the best
thing ever was the discovery of the bridal gown section in the back of
the store. Liz and I each tried on a few dresses just for shits and
giggles. It was fantastic.
And now for something that I've been meaning to post for a while:
Have
you ever had the experience of meeting someone and feeling like the
appropriate response to learning their name is to say, "I'm sorry that
your parents were so cruel?"
I haven't met these people, but
I've seen their names and that's enough for my heart to go out to
them. Seriously, what were their parents thinking?? Elvis Flowers?
Jim Jolly? (I suppose that his parents could have been crueler and
named their son Rodger so that every time his name was listed last
name, first name it would have been Jolly, Rodger.)
Some
runners-up for my sympathy are the people with the surnames of Forget,
Hickey, Wiggington, Merlin (I hope for their sake, that they didn't
like the card game "Magic" too much growing up; imagine the teasing.),
Locker (high school had to have been a nightmare), and Korn (I hope
they like that genre of music...).
There is also someone who
actually has the last name of "Lockhart." You, well, I, have to wonder
how much grief they got from friends because of the moron of a
character in the Harry Potter series with that last name.
It's
also amazing how many people have surnames that could, with no
modification, be first names like Julian, Craig, Kyle, Pierce, Lewis,
and Ross!
Alright, I'm done being random.
I now return you to your regularly scheduled lives. | | |
| Sparkles, one of my roommate's cats, likes bags, particularly the small
suitcase I use when I stay overnight at Mike's. He was so happy with
how he'd ensconced himself on the bag that I was able to unzip part of
of it, and get something out of it without him moving.
That is all. | | |
| AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am so pissed off right now that I can't hardly form the words to put
it in my blog to get it out of my system. For once, it seems that my
fingers won't be able to keep up with my mind.
Okay, let's see if i can calm down enough to get this out of my system
sot that I can go to bed. Lately, on Christmas Eve, there have been 2
Masses, one at 4:30 or so and another at 11pm. The earlier Mass is
usually full choir and has an hour or so of prelude and ends with Ode
to Joy with Lewis playing the big pipe organ. The later Mass is a
small ensemble. Both groupings work because the earlier Mass is much
better attended and is in a much bigger chapel, while the later Mass is
in the regular CSC chapel which is smaller and not nearly as many
people attend it.
Well, this isn't going to be the case this year. Carla, the new
director, is also in charge of the service trip to Nicaragua that is
going to be leaving right around Christmas, so she can't direct
Christmas Eve, and Patrick will be in Illinois with his family so he
won't be able to direct either. The 11pm is being done by Javi, so
that's fine if he does his usual small ensemble, but that still leaves
the 4:30pm Mass. So they asked Heather to direct. She agreed, but
with a condition: she be allowed to do it her way. That means that
she's going to have a quartet and there is about a 97% chance that she
WON'T ask me to be the Soprano in her little quartet. I haven't heard
anything yet, and Christmas is fast approaching.
I'm just really upset by this because this will be the second major
feast day of this liturgical year that I have essentially been barred
from singing with the choir. I understand, intellectually, Heather's
reasons for why she did what she did for Triduum. I'm not happy about
it, but I understand it. And at least then I had people to sit with,
either other choirlings that were banned from that particular service
or former choirlings. If, as I expect, I don't sing on Christmas Eve,
I will have NOBODY to sit with as Patrick will be in Illinois, Andrea
will be in Ohio, and Dawn will be in California. I won't even be able
to have my security blanket of hijacking choir books from the closet
since Mass will be at Grahm Chapel, not the CSC chapel.
So, yes, my Christmas Eve has essentially been fucked over.
Alright, I really need to go to bed now, hopefully I've gotten this out of my system and I'll be able to sleep. | | |
|
