I had a thoroughly awesome weekend and thoroughly destroyed my feet in the process.
It started on Friday night. Friday was the wrap party for Nick’s game, ModNation Racers, which you should all buy on May 25th. If you have a PS3, anyway. Hell, even if you don’t. It’s THAT FUN.
The wrap party was fun. It was at the Canvas Lounge, with is uber classy and made me feel like a real grownup. Within moments of walking in the door, we’d been handed two glasses of champagne that had … some sort of flower in it. Huh. Ice sculptures of ModNation characers held dozens of shot glasses, and I’ve discovered something about “custom” shots: Most good shots have already been invented and named, so when you try to make up your own custom shot… it’s probably not going to taste as good as the ones that already existed.
Still, I did a few shots, and am proud of myself that I can do shots WAY better than I could when I was 20. Hooray for killing off my taste buds over the last 10 years.
I may have been a little tipsy.
Best of all was the absolutely amazing performance by two lovely ladies of The Underground Circus, doing a gut-dropping aerial routine on what is apparently called a “Triceau”, according to this page. Basically it was two extremely flexible women spinning, rolling, bending, flipping, and twisting through a crazy metal structure made up of three hoops, about 10 or 15 feet above the ground.
Pretty fucking cool? Yes, yes it was.
We didn’t stay too late, being old and boring and such, but decided to walk most of the way home along Railway St, until it dumped us back out onto Powell. Somewhere around there I noticed that my feet were so sore I couldn’t think straight, and we jumped in a cab for the last km home. For the record, walking two km in heels hurts. And those were my comfortable heels…
Of course, come Saturday, I put them right back on. Saturday was the infamous Jeremy’s wedding, and what a hoot it was. Of course, first we had to get there.
So, when planning out my day the night before, I’d thought “Ok, wedding starts at 2pm, in Richmond. If I leave at 1:15, that shoudl be plenty of time.” And sometime between that plan and the next day, I had a full brain failure. Around 12:45, I was hopping in the shower, thinking I had TONS of time. Around 1:30, I was still happily doing my hair, in no real hurry. Around 1:45, my brain kicked back in and I realized no, I was not “on time”, I was HALF A FUCKING HOUR LATE ALREADY.
Luckily, I was ready at that point, so I grabbed my bag, my boyfriend, and my car keys and hauled ass down to the parking garage. Fucking hell. We arrived at almost exactly 2:30 — good to know, my original estimate of 45 minutes was dead on, and ran toward the chapel. Ok, sauntered casually, I can’t run in these stupid shoes.
On the upside, we got there before the ceremony started. Just. Jeremy’s lovely bride was outside, and as I had never met her before, I introduced myself as “the douchebag who can’t read a clock”. She was gracious and funny, and shooed us in ahead of the bridesmaids, and Nick & I scored a nice spot in the back row where we could be embarassed in anonymity. Or at least I could — Nick thought we timed that perfectly, with the minimum “sitting around waiting for things to start” time possible. Uh, you’re welcome, honey.
The ceremony was great — exactly what I’d expect from Jeremy. Or Dr. Seuss. The necessary parts were necessary, and the vows? The vows were hilarious, and I gotta say — it’s the first time I’ve seen wedding vows refer to the bride as a b…eautiful woman, when rhyming with “rich”. Yeah, you could say that Jeremy has definitely found the right match for his sense of humor.
The reception had promised things you’ve never seen before, and it didn’t fail to meet expectations: A photobooth is getting to be pretty common fare, but this one included props — Nick & I got some pictures with him in an eyepatch, and me in a pair of stunning oversized sunglasses bedecked with rhinestones. I need a pair of those, I think. But much more awesome was the sumo suits and the bouncy balls. Effing awesome. And the food? Oh my god, the food was amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever had such a tasty meal at a wedding before. I don’t even LIKE food that much, and this was worth raving about.
We didn’t stay too late, I had to be up ridiculously early (well, for a sunday) the next morning, and by then had spent another 8 hours in heels — we went to Ikea on the break between the ceremony & reception, and I MEANT to bring spare shoes, but with the whole “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN I’M SUPPOSED TO BE IN RICHMOND IN FIFTEEN MINUTES” debacle, I didn’t grab them on my way out.
On the upside, we were a pretty stunning looking couple in Ikea. We stopped by Rona, too — I broke Nick’s good screwdriver last week and figured I should replace it — and got a few nice comments from people. Why yes, I always break out the fancy dress for the hardware store. Don’t you?
So, we got home around … 11ish? Something like that. I pretty much immediately passed out, so that I could get up bright & early on Sunday to head over to my dog training facility to lay out my soaps in an appealing manner. Ok, I’m still working on my table layout. I need more levels. And perhaps some flashing lights or a free pony with every purchase. Whatever. Still, pretty happy with how it went. It was a little slow, I think the location is hard to find. It doesn’t help that Google Maps seems to think you can turn onto Vernon St from the 1st St overpass (west of Clark.) It’s also not accessible from Home Depot, the train tracks are in the way. But it was a fun day, I made a little cash, discovered that lemongrass is a VERY popular scent (I can’t blame them, I freaking love it too) and made a nice donation to HugABull, too.
There were many, many pitbulls in attendence, including one very wee puppy, and omg love. SO SILKY. Like seals! I’ve always said no pitbulls, because as much as I love them and would like to change peoples opinion of the breed, they come with a bad stigma and having one dog everybody hates is enough, but … omg, want!
I did NOT wear heels for the fundraiser, but still spent almost the entire day standing up — I had my nice camping chair to sit in, but I prefer to stand up if I’m talking to someone about my awesome soaps. (AWESOME. SOAPS.) Ow. I got home and attempted to pass out for a few hours, but Justice was being wiggy and didn’t really let me. THANKS, DOG.
Overall? Epic, busy, amazing weekend. Thanks to all who made it happen, especially Nick.
Tonight, I go see Amanda Palmer’s new musical act: Evelyn Evelyn. I’m … actually kind of uncomfortable with her response to the disability community’s issues with Evelyn Evelyn — I won’t get into that, there are plenty of places to read about it other than here. I’m not saying one side is right and one side is wrong, or that there IS a right and a wrong, just that I wasn’t particularly comfortable with her response to the whole thing (the whole thing I didn’t even know existed until she wrote about it on her blog — I find most feminist blogs piss me off, so I don’t read them.)
So.. I’d decided against going to see Evelyn Evelyn. At least, until I won a free ticket. Yay, free ticket! I do still love AP like crazy, and hell I still carry my “Who Killed Amanda Palmer” bag every day. My decision not to go wasn’t a boycott, just a mild discomfort and unwillingness to drop cash on something that makes me slightly uncomfortable. But free ticket is free, so… woo!
That’s all I have to say about that, except this: “The Venue” has got to be the dumbest name for a venue ever. Seriously? Who named this place, Abbot and Costello?
I hope my feet survive!
Glad you had fun!!