And We're Gonna Get Married
Mar. 26th, 2016 08:12 amIt was an afternoon wedding, so I had some time to put finishing touches on the playlists, get showered and dressed, and ignore the hateful text messages coming from Julian. I was also going to pick up a cat tower for Friday, but the seller lived 30 min south east, and I just didn't have an extra hour.
I got to the space, found parking, and then went inside to discover there was no way to play music through the speakers. I'm not sure if the Quakers had removed the keyboard or there was a special oatmeal ritual you had to do or what. No one else could figure it out, either. My bluetooth speaker worked fine for the recessional, and I was glad I finally managed to get Yub Nub edited to play perfectly.
Unfortunately, the speaker did not work so well for the dinner. It was too loud at our table, drowned out by the next couple tables over, and the sound was off, at best. Quiet parts were too quiet, high notes sounded shrill. Nikka Costa, who's on the shrill side anyway, finally convinced everyone we were better off without music.
I'm a little upset, because I worked hard. But this being a dry event, and an overwhelmingly older and straight one, I'm thinking it was better we didn't even get to the dance party part.
On a completely separate note, so to speak, it was weird being with my law school friends. Barakat is changing jobs - still in house counsel, but more money, better company, etc. Nichole is a 3rd year lawyer at Legal Aid. Ashley has her own bustling family law practice. Christina is a badass. I'm....a paralegal. I remember back at Carly's going away dinner, thinking how amazing it was that all of these people had passed the Bar, and were moving on with their lives from the awful awful time that was law school, and if I could just pass the Bar, I'd do it too.
FHA came over in the evening, we were gonna go out to The Eagle. I even had some boys who wanted to fuck me lined up. But I was exhausted after everything with Julian and the wedding, so I tapped out. I know FHA was upset, but it was good to see him at least. Crashed after he left; who knew being disappointed in yourself took so much out of you?
I got to the space, found parking, and then went inside to discover there was no way to play music through the speakers. I'm not sure if the Quakers had removed the keyboard or there was a special oatmeal ritual you had to do or what. No one else could figure it out, either. My bluetooth speaker worked fine for the recessional, and I was glad I finally managed to get Yub Nub edited to play perfectly.
Unfortunately, the speaker did not work so well for the dinner. It was too loud at our table, drowned out by the next couple tables over, and the sound was off, at best. Quiet parts were too quiet, high notes sounded shrill. Nikka Costa, who's on the shrill side anyway, finally convinced everyone we were better off without music.
I'm a little upset, because I worked hard. But this being a dry event, and an overwhelmingly older and straight one, I'm thinking it was better we didn't even get to the dance party part.
On a completely separate note, so to speak, it was weird being with my law school friends. Barakat is changing jobs - still in house counsel, but more money, better company, etc. Nichole is a 3rd year lawyer at Legal Aid. Ashley has her own bustling family law practice. Christina is a badass. I'm....a paralegal. I remember back at Carly's going away dinner, thinking how amazing it was that all of these people had passed the Bar, and were moving on with their lives from the awful awful time that was law school, and if I could just pass the Bar, I'd do it too.
FHA came over in the evening, we were gonna go out to The Eagle. I even had some boys who wanted to fuck me lined up. But I was exhausted after everything with Julian and the wedding, so I tapped out. I know FHA was upset, but it was good to see him at least. Crashed after he left; who knew being disappointed in yourself took so much out of you?