If one more drunken family member hugs me this month…

That sums up my experience at the reception tonight, which I should point out I left early. I could go into a detailed rant, but I don’t have the energy for it. Suffice it to say, though, when we got there, keep in mind this was like 8:00 or so, at least one member of our extended (by extended I mean extremely out there) family was already half loaded, and a few others were trying their best to join her. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family, but answering the same questions 50 times throughout the course of a night gets irritating on a good day. Answering those same questions 50 times per person because they’re too wasted to remember, though? That’s… getting a bit much, I think.
It’s a good thing I didn’t go there with a plan for dancing in mind. The music, what could have been heard of it at least, wasn’t exactly the type I’d be caught dead dancing to… or anyone else by the looks of it. Apparently the dance floor spent most of the night abandoned. Of course, I could have shot the DJ. I think I could maybe manage to hear a whole 2 songs out of the set he played. And when he wasn’t playing anything he sounded like he’d joined the one(s) who were getting loaded before I got there. So, long story short, that reception was boring as hell and I ended up leaving early. *cringes* And it’s a good thing, apparently. Mom just called to commend my choice to run outa there like hell. One of the bridesmaids got it in her head to sing, and she can’t. It’s a family theme, I think. Go to a family function, set a new low. Well, they did it… my parents’ poor, poor ears.

4 comments
  1. I can relate. I’ve been to a couple of those things, and been asked, or rather dragged to dance by two of my cousins, both of which were drunk. I can always tell when people are drunk because they start acting weird. Ok, I act weird normally, this is different.
    On an unrelated subject, I just heard the song anything for love, (I think that’s what it’s called?), and it brought back memories of standing around at school dances, feeling way left out and sad. I hate it when songs do that to me. Right here waiting does the same thing.
    Anyway, i’m done being mushy for the moment.
    Miss you, I’ll eventually get up there, just don’t know when yet.
    Love,Cheryl, short one, celine, imzadi, whatever you wanna call me.

  2. At least we could hear the music at said highschool dances. For the love of all that is sane, my hearing’s supposed to be better than average and I had to strain to make out the bloody words to 90% of ’em. Bleh!

  3. rap? or just quiet as all hell? usually the music is so loud you can’t hear yourself screaming.

  4. Quiet as all hell. I could have been standing next to the DJ and if I was lucky, I *might* have been able to hear something.

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