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the food was great, but otherwise
I've felt like I was doing well lately in my general life goal of trying to practice smalltalk (because ultimate goal of learning how to smalltalk so it won't be like torture anymore) and act less like an awkward penguin in social situations. Class gives me a lot of opportunity to practice, and at least even when I'm a little overstimulated I can force myself to speak to my classmates.
But we went to a wedding this weekend and I suppose I was feeling a little more anxious and overstimulated and introverted than usual. And the acoustics in the reception hall were kind of bad, so that when it was crowded - ie during dinner - you couldn't really hear very well, it just made this noise soup that felt like it was pressing down on you from above, and you had to lean in and kind of raise your voice and try really hard to hear anything. And then after Wax and I got into a conversation with the dudes across the table from us finally, and were into telling stories and stuff, the happy couple were like, "We want you to play Getting to Know You with EVEN MORE STRANGERS so we've swapped the seating chart up for dessert, suckers! :D :D" and we got stuck next to completely new people.
And look, I know that the earnest, extroverted, well-meaning athletic optimistic psychologists of the world mean well - and I even like these particular psychologists personally a very great deal - but seriously, that was just not on. I had just reached my 'don't fill past here with social stimulation' line anyway, and the girls that were next to us this time were like both high school aged teenagers and not nerdy at all. (Actually there were like no nerds there, in spite of the groom's great nerdiness, which was kind of a drag. Nerd weddings are the best because it's like an sf convention and you never have any trouble talking to anybody there. Whereas mundanes always want to talk about world travel and people's line of work and like the economy and sailing and other eat pray love bullshit.)
So then they played a tiny few foxtrot-type songs for the old people (it's a Finnish thing) and then this mediocre cover band with the amps turned up too loud proceeded to do a few hours of utter crap covers of total JC Penney- basic rock songs. Like, this wedding was so Svenska Talande Bättrefolk that there WASN'T EVEN ANY METAL AT ALL, not even Iron Maiden. It was straight up like "Twist and Shout" and "I Love Rock'n'Roll" and "I Can't Get No Satisfaction".
Basically musicwise an event has been a complete failure if twice in a night you have occasion to say "Britney Spears did a better cover of this", capisce?
So. We're in recovery still and today were awakened by the phone going "One of the triplets might have a broken leg, so three bbs are on their way to your place to be watched thanks!" so we got up and took out the trash in a gigantic rush. Then we situated the three bbs on the couch and put on Batman: The Animated Series, which is the best way to soothe their savage hearts. They're gone now. And Little C's leg wasn't broken, just badly sprained or something.
But we went to a wedding this weekend and I suppose I was feeling a little more anxious and overstimulated and introverted than usual. And the acoustics in the reception hall were kind of bad, so that when it was crowded - ie during dinner - you couldn't really hear very well, it just made this noise soup that felt like it was pressing down on you from above, and you had to lean in and kind of raise your voice and try really hard to hear anything. And then after Wax and I got into a conversation with the dudes across the table from us finally, and were into telling stories and stuff, the happy couple were like, "We want you to play Getting to Know You with EVEN MORE STRANGERS so we've swapped the seating chart up for dessert, suckers! :D :D" and we got stuck next to completely new people.
And look, I know that the earnest, extroverted, well-meaning athletic optimistic psychologists of the world mean well - and I even like these particular psychologists personally a very great deal - but seriously, that was just not on. I had just reached my 'don't fill past here with social stimulation' line anyway, and the girls that were next to us this time were like both high school aged teenagers and not nerdy at all. (Actually there were like no nerds there, in spite of the groom's great nerdiness, which was kind of a drag. Nerd weddings are the best because it's like an sf convention and you never have any trouble talking to anybody there. Whereas mundanes always want to talk about world travel and people's line of work and like the economy and sailing and other eat pray love bullshit.)
So then they played a tiny few foxtrot-type songs for the old people (it's a Finnish thing) and then this mediocre cover band with the amps turned up too loud proceeded to do a few hours of utter crap covers of total JC Penney- basic rock songs. Like, this wedding was so Svenska Talande Bättrefolk that there WASN'T EVEN ANY METAL AT ALL, not even Iron Maiden. It was straight up like "Twist and Shout" and "I Love Rock'n'Roll" and "I Can't Get No Satisfaction".
Basically musicwise an event has been a complete failure if twice in a night you have occasion to say "Britney Spears did a better cover of this", capisce?
So. We're in recovery still and today were awakened by the phone going "One of the triplets might have a broken leg, so three bbs are on their way to your place to be watched thanks!" so we got up and took out the trash in a gigantic rush. Then we situated the three bbs on the couch and put on Batman: The Animated Series, which is the best way to soothe their savage hearts. They're gone now. And Little C's leg wasn't broken, just badly sprained or something.
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This needs to be metaquoted or something. It is SO TRUE!
Nerd weddings are the only weddings worth going to! :D
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NO
NONONONONONONONONO
Ugh wtf.
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WTF is this, a fucking team-building retreat?
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The worst one turned out to be so incredibly churchy that the Archbishop of Canterbury would have felt intimidated.
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