Friday: Left at 11 a.m. ish. Dropped the spawn off at the Mother-in-Law's. Drove hell-bent-for-leather to Indy (made it in 4 hours), vegetated in the room (12th floor, view of the White River, Victory Field, etc.), got dressed up went to the rehersal dinner (fillet mingon and the most lucious chocolate cake thing *ever*) listend to my Grandma be miserable and try to pick a fight with everybody before I claimed to be tired and drove back to the hotel. Saw the coolest cathederal all lit up like christmas but I didn't have my camera so...No pics.

Saturday: Ate McD's breakfast (hashbrown!), and hit the shops (Nordstrom! Parisian! Coach! OMG!) Bought waaaaaaay too much stuff. 3 pairs of shoes, 2 tops, 2 purses, gifts for the Spawn...Mmm, consumerism at it's best.

Wedding lasted for freaking ever, but the church (another cathederal) was pretty. Reception at the Columbia Club, standard sort of thing...Much eating of so-so food, dancing with the girl-cousins, getting the look of death for being a tattood-smoking-drinking-freak (how dare I not conform). Got blitzed with my cousin and his wife (and yeah, my mom too). They, at least, are fun company.

Best part of the night was getting 3 of the table centerpieces, these ginourmous rose things (I counted- 10 dozen roses in *one* of those buggers...And there were 24 of them!), so on the way back to the hotel my mom, cousin's wife, and I are carrying these great big flower arrangements, while drunk, and we're handing out roses left and right in downtown Indianapolis. It was sweet.

It was also really funny (to drunk me) when I went down-staris for a ciggy there was a path of roses and greenery from the room all the way outside. I was vastly amused.

Sunday: Packed, got lost, drove home. And here I am. An now I need to go buy milk and diapers cause the hubby didn't do that while I was gone. And I get to take out the trash. Lucky snarking me.

I remember the way we were
I remember every word
when I think about what might have been
I can see we’re not living yet
I remember the way you cried
I remember all your lies
when I think about what might have been
I can see we’re not living yet

would it be alright
if I could live again
would you even care
if I said it’s over
would it be alright
if I could live again
live again

I'm feelin'...: frustrated