Steph is my hero.
'Out Of Gas'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
It took a LOT of work and a LONG time to get here.
Also, all bets are off for the wedding. I don't even know what to expect. My mom will probably be tipsy and charming but possibly obnoxious as hell, my dad will probably corner people he doesn't know so he can tell them at great length about his medical history OR he will be strung out on percocet and say really REALLY inappropriate things, probably of the racist and/or sexist variety.
Nothing but good times ahead.
J. family teasing is often like that.(So was my mom's mom. I am amazed every day that she is, well, not a complete wreck.Also, mostly awesome.) My extended family still believes I don't have a sense of humor. Really? Aw, Tep. If I had a transporter I'd visit and be the buffer. "What happened" to me could probably eat up twenty minutes,combined with how we met and avoided sexual slavery.
Steph, you are awesome and I'm glad you realize it.
My advice for the wedding? Let them do whatever they want. It's your day and they cannot ruin it. It does not reflect on you. Or Tim.
My advice for the wedding? Let them do whatever they want. It's your day and they cannot ruin it. It does not reflect on you. Or Tim.
That's my plan. It's not so much that I'm expecting the worst; more that I'm just calculating the possibilities so that *if* they act in a way Miss Manners would not approve of, it won't surprise me and then I can just get on with enjoying myself.
I think the best one can hope for in a wedding are disasters that make good stories.
Come up with wedding bingo. After the reception, see how many boxes you can cross off.
I'm trying to be chill about it. It could be so much worse. I know Dad just wants to feel included, wants people to know he's Not Just A Guest, wants to feel honored, etc. I get that. Plus he might have been whacked out on percocet when he decided he wants to be twinsies with my future husband (CREEPY), and has already totally forgotten it. (OTOH, I know my brother -- who is officiating -- bought a black suit, and if Dad shows up and he thinks Jeff and Tim "match" but he doesn't, he'll be pissed. So maybe I should just encourage him to drop $400+ on a suit he'll only wear once. I don't even know.)
Boutonnière?
Trudy says what I meant to earlier.
Boutonnière?Seriously, this is a great suggestion. It's a small thing, but an important gesture. We got a white boutonnière for each member of our family who attended our LA reception, and it meant a lot to them.