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Holidays a-comin' to an end...
Jan. 2nd, 2006 01:03 amThe Curse of the Green and Yellow strikes again. Why didn't I check the time the auction ended? WHY???
G and I, now that we're officially mawwied (seePrincess Bride, The), have not changed our lives a single bit. Though I suppose the fact that I have no sewing deadlines anymore counts for something, right?
I also suppose a brief rundown of The Day is in order.
The first part of the day was spent running around, going out for brunch, hemming my dress, noticing at the last minute that despite having promised myself many times I'd do something about them, my nails were in a sorry state and no time for polish!, testing my dress with my two footwear options (had to go with the heels, as otherwise the hem would have tripped me) and being driven crazy by the phone ringing. Not that it rang more than a dozen times over the course of the afternoon, but I'm used to it ringing twice a day, tops. At any rate, we -- we being me, G & his family, M-P and Anna, who were on hand -- were ready at 2:30, at which time we promptly stood around waiting for my family, who were to show up with pastries and A-L. They made it and off we went to the Palais de justice.
The ceremony was short, even shorter than I had expected, and I'd expected short. We'd burned a CD with three songs to represent the essence of our relationship, the most obvious one being Like A Prayer. The actual ceremony was over by the time the second song (from Mononoke Hime) started and we were already setting up for photos when Dragostea Din Tei made me want to dance. Everyone had a camera, it seemed, so I'm sure we'll end up with at least five versions of every grouping, as seen from slightly different angles, with at least one person's eyes closed and the others looking demonic.
Of course I teared up, I couldn't help it. Entirely my mother's fault, I inherited her sob gene, though my father has been known to be rather sentimental as well.
After all that was done, we came back home with everyone and drank a toast, while feasting on deliciously yummy pastries until it was time to go to the restaurant.
And then... *dramatic pause* the Peanut Sauce Incident!
The waitress was standing behind me and leaning over my shoulder to place a dish of scrumptious dumplings with spicy peanut sauce (TM) on the table, balancing a tray with another dish of the same in her other hand. As she extended her arm, the dish on the tray shifted, the weight of the tray shifted and the dumplings came tumbling, along with their sauce, down my back! There was sauce (which is peanut sauce with chili oil, I believe) down the back of my dress as well as on my coat, my scarf and my handbag, which were hanging on the back of my chair. None on my hair, surprisingly, as we acertained later. The poor waitress felt really bad and went up to the washroom with me to help wipe off what we could. Then they brought us extra dumplings and she said she'd pay for dry-cleaning. Apart from that, supper was great, everyone said the food was good and seemed to have a good time, so I'm happy.
I must admit that after the peanut sauce had slid down my back I felt my eyes start to prickle, as they tend to do when something unexpected and wrong occurs, but I'm not one to make a scene and really, in the grand scheme of things, it was nothing. I hand-washed my dress when I got home and it looks okay (I was worried about the chili oil staining the silk lining), as does my scarf, so only the coat left. May I suggest that this is a blessing in disguise? I've had that coat for at least three years and it's never been cleaned.
Now that the holidays are over, we can go back to the gym and stop eating so damn much. Tonight was our last big meal in a while, I imagine; G's mother is still here and my parents came over, so we had a nice spread. Tomato and egg soup (courtesy of me), ma po tofu, lamb strips with chili and cumin, scallops in black bean sauce, simmered daikon and steamed pea shoots (courtesy of G) and wine, chocolate, pecan tarts and a cake from Kowloon market. *falls over*
And now that we're into Battlestar Galactica, we had some of that, too.
G and I, now that we're officially mawwied (seePrincess Bride, The), have not changed our lives a single bit. Though I suppose the fact that I have no sewing deadlines anymore counts for something, right?
I also suppose a brief rundown of The Day is in order.
The first part of the day was spent running around, going out for brunch, hemming my dress, noticing at the last minute that despite having promised myself many times I'd do something about them, my nails were in a sorry state and no time for polish!, testing my dress with my two footwear options (had to go with the heels, as otherwise the hem would have tripped me) and being driven crazy by the phone ringing. Not that it rang more than a dozen times over the course of the afternoon, but I'm used to it ringing twice a day, tops. At any rate, we -- we being me, G & his family, M-P and Anna, who were on hand -- were ready at 2:30, at which time we promptly stood around waiting for my family, who were to show up with pastries and A-L. They made it and off we went to the Palais de justice.
The ceremony was short, even shorter than I had expected, and I'd expected short. We'd burned a CD with three songs to represent the essence of our relationship, the most obvious one being Like A Prayer. The actual ceremony was over by the time the second song (from Mononoke Hime) started and we were already setting up for photos when Dragostea Din Tei made me want to dance. Everyone had a camera, it seemed, so I'm sure we'll end up with at least five versions of every grouping, as seen from slightly different angles, with at least one person's eyes closed and the others looking demonic.
Of course I teared up, I couldn't help it. Entirely my mother's fault, I inherited her sob gene, though my father has been known to be rather sentimental as well.
After all that was done, we came back home with everyone and drank a toast, while feasting on deliciously yummy pastries until it was time to go to the restaurant.
And then... *dramatic pause* the Peanut Sauce Incident!
The waitress was standing behind me and leaning over my shoulder to place a dish of scrumptious dumplings with spicy peanut sauce (TM) on the table, balancing a tray with another dish of the same in her other hand. As she extended her arm, the dish on the tray shifted, the weight of the tray shifted and the dumplings came tumbling, along with their sauce, down my back! There was sauce (which is peanut sauce with chili oil, I believe) down the back of my dress as well as on my coat, my scarf and my handbag, which were hanging on the back of my chair. None on my hair, surprisingly, as we acertained later. The poor waitress felt really bad and went up to the washroom with me to help wipe off what we could. Then they brought us extra dumplings and she said she'd pay for dry-cleaning. Apart from that, supper was great, everyone said the food was good and seemed to have a good time, so I'm happy.
I must admit that after the peanut sauce had slid down my back I felt my eyes start to prickle, as they tend to do when something unexpected and wrong occurs, but I'm not one to make a scene and really, in the grand scheme of things, it was nothing. I hand-washed my dress when I got home and it looks okay (I was worried about the chili oil staining the silk lining), as does my scarf, so only the coat left. May I suggest that this is a blessing in disguise? I've had that coat for at least three years and it's never been cleaned.
Now that the holidays are over, we can go back to the gym and stop eating so damn much. Tonight was our last big meal in a while, I imagine; G's mother is still here and my parents came over, so we had a nice spread. Tomato and egg soup (courtesy of me), ma po tofu, lamb strips with chili and cumin, scallops in black bean sauce, simmered daikon and steamed pea shoots (courtesy of G) and wine, chocolate, pecan tarts and a cake from Kowloon market. *falls over*
And now that we're into Battlestar Galactica, we had some of that, too.
