Here With You.

It's 4:47am (again)...

Note: The movie "The New World" may have a heart-stopping, dramatic, climatic ending and I would never know. I watched the first half (maybe...or it could have been less than half that I watched; it was an incredibly long movie (or so it seemed)) and fell asleep for the last half or so.

Today, I went to a bridal shower and for those who have never had the privilege of attending one of these events--let me tell you what they're like! Add thirty woman to a living room type layout, then add a dash of sugared food, a side of coffee and tea, a dash of white candles and table clothes, and a scattered arrangement of flowers. The next addition would be the conversation--what is there to talk about? Everything, from the upcoming wedding, to the possibility of having kids--from the little flowery china (that looks straight out of grandma's house) that husbands and or sons do not appreciate to funny/embaressing/heart-warming stories about the bride. Usually a shower involves the closest friends giving a speech of some sort, most likely starting with one of those embaressing stories about their girlfriend, then moving to the influence that friend has had upon them, ending in their congratulations on the soon to be marriage. Overall, it's an overdose of estrogen that produces a room where you can barely hear yourself think because there are a million different conversations about a million different little things and no three people are laughing at the same thing. Sounds like a recipe for fun! (Sometimes I just crack myself up...)

Note: Don't you love how you can have something so perfect to say, but by the time the message translated from your brain to your CNS to finally your mouth--those perfect words get lost and what comes out is just...not what you meant to say? Today, I had one of those--in wishing the bride congratulations (in a speech layout similar to the one I mentioned before). It was after I made people laugh at my humorous story of the bride and even after I made the bride come close to tears with my heart-felt words for she has been like a mother to me over the years; after all of this, what I meant to say was, "This just goes to show that at any age, this stage of life can be just as beautiful, just as exciting, and just as powerful." Now, the difference between that and what was said is that I was interupted right after 'This just goes to show at any age...', with laughter. The bride while laughing insisted, 'Don't use the 'o' word! Don't use it!' (for the slower audience--the 'o' word would have been referring to 'old'). At that point, we all started laughing and by the time I finished my sentence it had lost it's 'momentum' and therefore most of its meaning. All in all though, it went rather well for nothing having anything in mind when they asked me to say something. For those considerate enough to ask--no, I did not studder. The scoreboard now reads Alex: 1, Studder: 0.

Another Note: Today I giggled more than I have in probably a year. (Most likely the last time I giggled as much as I did today was last summer when Vanessa and I camped out in a tent when she was...well...she knows what I'm talking about!!!! Haha.)

Anyways, it is now quarter after five in the morning and I have a lot to get done tomorrow...or later this morning, mostly packing and hopefully I'll get to painting before I spend the afternoon with Polish Mike. Don't ask what we're doing because we're both incredibly indecisive people. Goodnight everyone!

Keep Smiling!