Memorial Memories

Well, this weekend was pretty good. I mean, even despite getting mad at Brian a couple of times. I'm always the one getting mad at him, rarely him at me. I am just more particular about things.

So in short, Friday night , we just stayed home coz I was tired and was throwing a fit about decision-making. Yeah, don't ask.

Saturday was such a good day. First, we went to the Farmers' Market, where I took some pictures. Then, we went to the Saturday Market, followed by a good meal at our favorite sushi place, Sushi Land. We went home after lunch, dressed up and went to Laura's wedding at a country club. Laura is someone I work with.

The last wedding I went to, I was 10, so I really had no idea what to expect, except that I knew no one at the wedding, short of the few people from my workplace that showed up. Two of them are, well, bitches. The other was my cool boss. But who hangs out with their boss, right? No, actually, we got a table set up just for Brian and me, my boss and his wife and another couple that are friends with Laura. It was so much fun! I think we were the loudest table at the reception. Haha! Brian was dashing, a witty guy who makes things happen, such as getting us a table when there was no more seats for us left. Oh, my amazing man.

Sunday morning, we went camping at Cove Palisades. It was really nice at first ... a nice day, nice company ... until we talked about kids, the ones we don't have yet. Yeah, again, don't ask. I spent that night by myself and -- ha! -- managed to twist both of my ankles and jam my wrist in the dark and cold night while Brian was complete trashed and having fun. Not so much his fault as it was mine, but when I put those two pictures together and compare, I just can't help but to feel even more frustrated: having lots of drunken fun versus freezing half to death and twisting in pain alone. I was rather miserable. You'd think someone would have at least been curious enough to come check on me, but no. I didn't really think about this until now, but I wonder what would have happened if I had disappeared that night instead of just hurting my ankles. I mean, nobody even thought about me until late at night. Obviously, I felt quite abandoned and worse than I did orginally. (Note to Brian: in the case that I don't show up for hours, come find me. I could have fallen off the cliff or something.)

Next day, we went shooting. I shot a gun for the first time. Actually, I shot a shotgun, a rifle, a revolver and a semi-automatic handgun of sorts. It was fun. I got to take my aggression out. I'm normally somewhat of a firecracker already. Now, I really wouldn't mess with me, if I were you.

Anyway, now I'm at work. Let's hope nothing happens to me here.