Many sleepless nights lately. If not actually sleepless, then very sleep sparse. Or something. My brain must know the difference between when I'm supposed to be sleeping and when I'm not. And my brain must be somewhat of a night owl. Because I have no problem dozing off for a few minutes after work when I want to be awake watching Jeopardy... but when it comes to falling asleep at bedtime, I have a terribly hard time.
This weekend was fantastic. I went to that wedding in Ohio, and it ended up being really fun. I knew it would be, because our respective dates are 2 ridiculous human beings and probably 2 of the funniest people I have ever met. Our table was right next to the bar, too. The reception was fun, but the after party was better... romping around a really nice hotel and making friends with the absolutely shit-canned bride and thoroughly enjoying the company of my date. He was a negative, hateful bastard - and I mean that in a good way.
We all spent Friday night at his house in Ohio, and it was one of the most incredible houses I have seen in real life. It was a ranch house, which I usually hate for some reason... but this one was all windy and wrapped around the property, and it had a huge deck in the back and this awesome furnished treehouse that they built for his dad because he's an insomniac and needed a place to hang out at night when he can't sleep. (I need one of those.) To get to the treehouse we had to cross over this little bridge that went over a stream and climb up a set of rock steps. It totally blew my mind! And there were trees behind the house and all of this space... it was really beautiful there. Akron, Ohio! Who knew?
The wedding on Saturday was nice. You could tell that the couple was really excited to be getting married, and it was really cute. Of course, I can't walk away from a wedding ceremony without a hearty case of the creeps, but I appreciated the sentiment. And I think it's impossible for a girl my age to go to a wedding without thinking of what her own wedding could possibly be like, and so that's a mindfreak in itself. I found myself thinking about speech acts during the ceremony. How saying the words "I do" really don't mean anything at all. They are just words that we have all collectively decided to give an enormous amount of significance to. When a couple stands before a church full of people they already have their marriage license. So, they are really just standing and getting stared at while they repeat some words that add up to a lot of promises that are most likely impossible to keep.
Instead of thinking nice things about what I was witnessing, I was thinking about linguistics and the improbability of their lives going as they planned in that moment. So, that's pretty telling.
All of that pessimism was out the window, though, when I was on the tail end of the reception after milking the open bar for all it was worth. I was clinging to my date as though I had known him for years (obnoxiously, I'm sure), I was hugging the bride... I was in the best mood. What's that Hemingway quote about a drunk man's words being a sober man's thoughts? I must be thinking sweetly affectionate and warm thoughts and then am only able to bring them out after numerous drinks. Sad, eh? But... what's a girl to do. So I'm a little hardened during the day. At least I'm still a sweet gal after dark.
Anyways. I need to get to work.
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