Ah, excellent. Drama. Before getting into the bad drama, I should note the subject line. My friend J who has trouble getting out of bed these days (just calling him J on the pretext of anonymity; you will all easily spot this poor guy at my wedding, I'm sure, and go, "Ohhh, so you're J!" and make him totally paranoid), had to attend our former boss's wedding this past Saturday. Former boss is Stupid Shawn. I hate Stupid Shawn. And his stupid wife. Two people who should have never married anyone getting married to each other is perfect. But anyhoo, let's move away from the rant in which I want to kick Shawn's face in each and every day he told me he'd "put in the paperwork" for my raise; only after he left and I asked the sane manager about it was it revealed that there wasn't even a speck of hint of a suggestion of a raise anywhere in my file. That goddamn cocksucker.
Anyhoo. Not my story.
J met a lovely girl at this wedding and they danced and it really lifted his spirits. Of course she lives in Austin. But while they were getting to know each other, the subject of music arose. Now J is a huge, huge Leonard Cohen fan. Upon hearing this, the ladyfriend cooed, "Ohhh, Leonard Cohen is so seeexy." And of course we both instantly thought of The Last Days of Disco, in which Kate Beckinsale's character tells Chloe Sevigny that she should throw the word "sexy" into the conversation as much as possible because it will make guys think of sex. So Chloe Sevigny, while trying to seduce Robert Sean Leonard, somehow manages to say, "There's something sexy about Scrooge McDuck." And damn if it doesn't make me laugh every single time.
But other than that line, apparently this girl is very cool. Although I find myself a little suspicious--she loooooooooves Leonard Cohen but had never heard of Nick Cave. How does one manage that?
Anyway. The bad drama (on a waaaay completely different note) is that D's favorite uncle, the cowboy from Wyoming, booked his flight for the 28th. Now that would be our wedding day, so you see the dilemma. And all my friends have already purchased their flights, returning on Sunday. I'm waiting to hear what time the flight is, as we could conceivably push the time. But really, how does this happen? We changed the date over a month ago. I'm fairly sure I mentioned it to future-mother-in-law. My entire side of the family knows of the change, including the uncle we didn't really invite but is somehow possibly coming anyway. And yet I'm fairly sure I'll get lumped into the blame. But I really don't see that it's my responsibility to make sure that his extended family knows the details; wouldn't that fall (at present, anyway) to him? Plus my mentioning it to future-mother-in-law should have, you know, been the Plan B to prevent that kinda crap. Whatever. I just wish it wasn't D's favorite uncle; he's very guilt-ridden and upset. But at the same time, I don't imagine he'll be changing the aloof approach he has maintained throughout the whole planning of the wedding. Again, whatever.
Ok, back to pretending to work...