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2003-07-21 || 9:12 a.m. || my cousin's wedding || wedding reception in pasadena = mansiony house complete with waitstaff and pool everyone trying to avoid by teetering along cement with high heels and highballs. distant chicago relatives sunburnt and inquisitive and having to repeat story of life over and over. the california contingent of the family is much better looking than the chicago one. lots of drinks and food and grammy making two trips to the wedding cake with me for 'good luck in the wedding area.' dad announcing the next time he sees the extended family (the one boisterous table. the very polish looking group. voted number one for amount of beer bottles stacked on the table, consuming the most hor d'oevres, stealing cake from the other tables when the groom's side of the family was not keeping tabs) it will be for one of his daughters' weddings. drinking sangria by the bucketful to keep the gift of gab going. wanting to hide out in one of the several luxurious hide-outs of the backyard so as not to have to explain oneself again where career/relationship/novel-writing is concerned. making best friends with very distant nine-year old cousing over a) horses, b) girl scout camp, c) lizzie mcguire, d) math, e) mutual dislike for evil cousin. sneaking in the house to look for ghosts or secret passages. getting eighteen-thousand mosquito bites and having to hear my mother use the term 'lovely' forty-seven times. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |