A DJ, a gym and some glow sticks

At 7:o0 yesterday morning, “Into The Ocean” by Blue October started bursting out of the speakers on my triangular iHome. I continually hit the “snooze” button until I could do so no longer. I gave up at 7:30 and dragged my sorry butt out of bed to face what would turn into an extremely long day.

This weekend was Homecoming weekend. The problem was, I hadn’t given Homecoming a single thought because I had a huge obstacle to get through first. Conveniently, we had a cross-country meet in the freezing cold wind and mud. And, my race was to be the last race of the day. We left at 8:30 in order to get there by 10:00, and I didn’t run until 2:30. All of this equals one long and cold day.

I ran well, and yes, hanging out with the team is always fun. I finally met the guy that has been taking pictures at meets (in which I sometimes appeared) for years, and coincidentally he is also one of my employers. I got to snuggle with five of my teammates to build up the warmth we so desperately sought and got to experience one crazy bus ride.

After my race, we [my family] left immediately. After a few stops along the way, we finally got home at 5:00, and my boyfriend was to be at the house at 6:30 to get some pictures taken beforehand.

The dance was fun. My only complaint was the complete lack of slow songs. He (one of my brother’s friends who played the DJ) must have wanted to keep up with the “rave” theme Student Council had whipped up, but he only played three slow songs and I, along with many others, was disappointed. The entire gym smelled like bare feet and glow stick fluid because people kept breaking open the complimentary glow sticks everyone wore around their necks. A friend of mine actually got squirted in the eye with one at the very beginning of the dance, and she commented that it was very painful.

Afterward, we headed up to a friend’s house to attempt an all-nighter. Everyone but my boyfriend, my friend and me fell asleep. At five o’clock, we decided to get back in the hot tub and didn’t end up surfacing from it until seven. And yes, we got very prune-y.

It was a fun night. I was happy that my boyfriend and I matched perfectly and it’s always a treat to see classmates all dolled up instead of just sauntering around in their pajamas or jeans during the average school day.



Emily’s big day

When I get married, I want my wedding to be the simplest wedding a wedding can be. It’s going to be in the backyard I can see in my peripheral vision right now. The pool I can see out of the corner of my eye will be covered by a glass dance floor, or maybe if that’s too much we can just place a nice fountain in it that will make that lovely trickle noise I adore.

Everything’s going to be white. The contrast from the bright green of the grass to the white of everyone’s clothes will be absolutely stunning. I don’t want it to be traditional. I don’t want to be the only one in white. Everyone else should be blank too. It’ll be a small ceremony, so the chairs (white, of course) will form small rows and then reveal a bright green aisle. I’ll be holding a bouquet of lilies (picked from our lily patch, of course) and my bare feet will complement my grandmother’s or my mother’s wedding dress (I have to choose). I don’t want to spend hundreds of dollars on a gown I’m only going to wear once.

That’s my dream wedding right there. To make it complete I’ll need the bridesmaids, groomsmen, and, of course, a groom to call my own. I don’t know who that’s going to be yet. I have the rest of my life to figure it out. Right now I can only dream.

I can only hope that my wedding will be as cool as Jill and Kevin’s: