I can't wait to sleep in my own bed again. Tomorrow. There was a family wedding this weekend (yesterday), so family is in town from BC and sleeping in my room, and the couch in the basement is terribly uncomfortable (I apoligize to everyone who's ever slept over and had to sleep on it). I started sleeping on the floor by the second night, which was marginally better.
The wedding was rather nice. It wasn't over-the-top or drawn out in any way, and the reception was excellent. We stayed in the hotel for the night (again, I got to sleep on a couch. hooray), which was convenient because after eating and drinking and dancing until the wee hours, your room is just an elevator ride away.
I don't normally drink, though, except apparently for at weddings, where some girl or other will slip vodka into my orange juice and away it goes. Except this time it was 7up, but, uh, same difference.
I got tired at one point and tried sneaking towards the elevator, only to be stopped once again by the drink police (also known as my step-aunt)
and forced into getting one last drink. A later attempt at escape was successful, although I still couldn't get to sleep very easily because carbonated drinks always give me terrible stomach problems and the hiccups. :/
Today I learned that the good thing about vodka is that it doesn't give you a hangover easily (or make your breath smell) and that it repels grizzly bears. So hooray for that.
Anywho, I've started thinking about my 20th birthday which is coming up, and I figure I'll have to have some sort of big bash to kick it off. After all, at that point I only have to live my entire life all over again before I'm halfway done! That's something, right?
Gooood Night,
Caaailean