No title today - just talk

We have so much catching up to do!

I’ve been on my meds for probably 30 of the last 60 days. I see the bitchiness and the impulsiveness starting to rear its ugly head. I told Mary the DM that I would start taking my meds again on August 1. She gave me a very nasty look.

My uncle and cousin came into town last week. On the ride home from the airport I asked Justin (my cuz) if he would ride all the rides if I took him to Busch Gardens. He said yes so I told him I’d take him. As this was beyond all impulsiveness, I went home and immediately took my medication. Justin is a cool kid. He’s emo which to me is funny. Every generation has its own ostracized group of social misfits. Emo is just the punk rock, gothic, or skater chic of the ‘00s. He’s got the lopsided hair cut which doesn’t fair well on roller coasters – your hairs always fall out of place. He wears leather bands on one arm up to his elbow and a glove on the other with chains and buckles. His boots jingle when he walks. He is a metal detector’s nightmare. So off I went to Busch Gardens with Justin, the epitome and poster child for the term emo, and we actually had a good time. He’s a quiet kid – probably due to the (in some ways) traumatic childhood he’s had. There were a couple of times I thought I could inquire about his family life but decided to hold off. There’s always next summer. By the way – I’m a mega-dumb ass. I didn’t get the Busch Gardens Fun Card when I went a few weeks ago with the crazies so I had to pay full price again to go to Busch Gardens. That place is a scam. $9 for parking; $3 for a bloody 20 oz. bottle of pop. Ridiculous.

Saturday we went to the wedding of year – Sylvia’s Wedding. Syl is a chick in my office that got engaged on Christmas. All we’ve heard over the last 7 months has been the drama leading up to the event. Thank gosh it’s finally over. Mary was my escort and she is a great wedding date. The ceremony was at a Unity Church, which I will have to Google some more info on at some point. I would think a Unity church would be non-denominational but there was a lot of talk about the big J.C. – not that that’s a bad thing. I thought I had actually found the church of my dreams when I looked over at a wall which I thought had a picture of Bob Marley. Unfortunately it was Jesus – I had to check. It’s quite a sight when everyone is walking out of the church and you’re walking up to the pulpit area. The pastor guy was up there and said something like, “Isn’t that a nifty picture of Jesus?” I can honestly say it was unlike any picture of Jesus I had ever seen – dude – I’m telling you he had dreads. I’m sure I’ve seen that picture on a t-shirt somewhere. When we got to the reception we found a list of the top requested songs on our table. Mary and I went through and picked out the ones that if they played we knew it would be time to go. The #1 pick – The Macarena. When the DJ played the Electric Slide she and I just looked at each other and cringed. Then he played the Cha Cha Slide. Huh? This one was new to me and somehow even more hideous than the classic Electric Slide. Actually, I think it was the Electric Slide for the short bus riders as the dances seem identical with the exception you have to hop and stomp your feet a few times and the song even tells you when to do these things. Horrible. I learned that Mary likes to wait for the wedding cake but if they don’t bring it out quick enough a Little Debbie Swiss Roll will suffice.

Good luck to Sylvia and Jason – more luck to Jason. Syl is a pistol and I pity the fool!