Wedding Reception Notes

Dingo got married yesterday. For those of you who know Dingo, you may know that she's rather unique. Her new husband, geek-unique. Their colors were red and black, their decorations were playing cards, and, yep, you guessed it, she walked down the aisle to "Little Red Riding Hood," and the new couple walked out to Rolling Stones' "Paint It Black."

Minus lyrics, of course. C was playing piano.

So, at the reception, I'm at a table with Santas and her boyfriend (his namesign, as far as I'm concerned, is an M in a circle about two feet over my head), Swedewolf and his girl, and I am flanked by C and my bodyguard, Rogue.

Note: I never asked for a bodyguard. I'm not sure I ever wanted a bodyguard. But the only way I will ever be able to not have a bodyguard is if I find some way to hurt Rogue deeper than anyone has ever hurt him before, and make it abundantly clear that I want him out of my life for good. Because nothing else is going to shake him off. We've been through fire together.

So, at some point, my sister and M are playing Othello with the decorations, Didi is around someplace as the wedding photographer, Rogue is distracted with annoying Santas and trying to make her lose, and there's a lively debate about Caligula at the other end of the table. Pretty standard for this group. Swedewolf wanders off to talk to somebody else, while his girlfriend does the embarassed I-don't-know-anybody-at-this-wedding smile, and C turns to me with an air of let's-get-to-know-you, and asks me about my job.

M has already indicated that he thinks I have the worst job ever. Well, he doesn't like children. But C is interested. And a little while into the conversation, we're chatting about musicals, he randomly asks me, "So, what's the deal? Every time I see you, you scream, and then hug me, and then disappear."

I laughed.

"And then I'm left wondering, "Who was that?" and someone else asks me, "Who was that?" and I answer, "I think she's one of the _____ sisters." "Oh yeah!" "Yeah, she seemed nice." *shrug* "

I laughed again. Sometimes I forget that there are people that I know who don't know me. C's one of them - he's been in a few shows with my sisters, and it's customary for at least one theater to hug the people that you know after the show. I am entertained by C's depiction of unknown women appearing out of nowhere with a joyous cry, hugging someone, and *poof!* disappearing. :)

A little while later, he and I are standing around talking, and just started dancing together. He started it. This led to arguing about dancing. So he pulls me out to the dance floor. Rogue is standing on the side looking like a grinning brick house with his arms folded (he cleans up very nicely), and I hurriedly whisper as we pass him, "I have no idea how this happened."

Grinning brick house and grinning villain-sister stand together to watch this little exchange. I will be short-sheeting one's bed later, and find some sort of vengeance for Army-lad when he gets back for Christmas.

Apparently I've also gained a new title. Of the three sisters, over the San Francisco vacation I earned the label, "The responsible one." Now I am also, "The nice one." As in, "I don't have to be good - you're the nice one." Santas sniggers a bit at this. My sex appeal is dropping like a rock.