Wedding Bells, Booze and 'Barrassment

I went to a wedding on Saturday with Tim.  Two of his friends were getting married, and most if not all of his friends were attending.  I had met several of them before, all of them very nice.  Maybe there were no real issues to speak of, but I'm one of those people that suffers from Complete and Utter Embarrassment After Drinking.  Issues are commonplace.

It was pouring when Tim picked me up, so my staightened hair formed into a helmet of sorts, a partially curled, partially straightened Do of Undecided Hairs.  But really, it all started when I got drunk the night before.  My hungover nausea crept up prior to and during the ceremony.  The nauseous car ride kept me silent with 4 others in the car.  A long-long drive. 

The Nausea, for some reason, did not affect my desire to drink more, and yet it did affect my desire to eat more... a dangerous combination. I was drunk again in minutes of arriving at the reception hall.  This became a problem for the following reasons + whatever I don’t remember.               

a) I received TONS and TONS of compliments on my dress, my shoes and my pendant necklace.  Because I am COMPLETELY UNABLE to take a compliment and because I am aware of this, sometimes I try to make up for it, but it’s a certainty that I fuck that up too.  One reaction in particular to a compliment on my necklace came out: “yeah… it’s great, isn’t it?” 

b) dancing.  Oh god, the dancing. 

c) I recall pestering Tim’s best friend to dance.  And while that might not sound that bad… and while I meant the pestering to be more of a joke than anything… I still continued to annoyingly tell him to go dance for like, a half-hour straight. After several bouts of me not shutting up, one of his friends said, “He’s not going to dance.  Let it go!”

Oh.

d) Then there’s the inappropriate comment.  I told one of his friends she was hot.  I didn’t realize exactly how that sounded until after it had slipped out already.  DON’T TELL A GIRL SHES HOT AFTER JUST HAVING MET HER… IT MAKES FOR A REALLY AWKWARD MOMENT.

e) Dropped a full glass of wine… it completely shattered on the bar floor.

f) Discussed something in depth with one of Tim’s friends. Serious discussion. Maybe some tears involved? Just can’t remember what it was about.

I really really hope I went to sleep directly after this because I can’t remember anything else.  Such a crucial time for sleep.  So very very crucial.  DAMMIT.

Comments

[Tim]

Really Jen...You worry too much. And if Faiz ever tells you to let something go again, tell him to fuck off (or whoever said that).

I'm sorry if you didn't have that great of a time.

[Jen]

you've really got to stop taking me so seriously, Timmy. Think: exaggeration for comic effect.

I had a great time! I just got really drunk and wouldn't stop yelling at Simon. ;)

[Becky]

that's why i love you jen. priceless.