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bliumchikWe made things explode in science on Friday ^_^ well i made things explode. Well okay I just made hot zinc shoot out of my tongs into Ruxi. Whatever. It was amusing. I broke zinc ^_^ luckily I didn't break Ruxi. I did manage to break avi's brain yesterday though. But all in good time, I shall recount events in the order they occurred. Except where my memory acts up or I can't be screwed.
I got woken up at seven thirty by my brother crying, my mum was too fast asleep to hear him. Bah. I was going to go to work early so I could buy Avi's brother a barmitzva present, but the bus was half an hour late, so I got there right on time, which was fortunate. I called my dad and got him to pick up a present instead. Work was t3h suck, I'm not used to Saturdfays and my brain went numb as usual after a few hours on my feet so I kept making silly mistakes and Vicky had to re-do the windows I cleaned. And then Olga took my dark rye bread :( oh well, best-laid plans and all. Actually NONE of yesterdays plans went particularly well. I couldn't find my dad, who turned out to be waiting for me in the car, and we got home at seven, whereupon my mother immediately claimed shower, which sucked. When she finally finished I discovered that my bathroom had been infested by spiders, but since I was already in the shower at the time i just had to ignore them and cry. And then the water went cold. And then it turned out my planned cool green skirt had no matching tops, so after throwing half the contents of my wardrobe onto my bed I ended up borrowing a skirt from my mum, who then sprayed perfumne in my eye by accident, which caused me to blink before my mascara dried. And I completely forgot about nail polish. And we arrived about an hour late, halfway through the speeches, and I only just convinced my mother not to come in with me just to, I don't know, check the place out or whatever.
Avi's speech was short and improvised, and I can see him making a similar one at Brian's wedding, except this time while drunk. Brians speech was slow and mumbly, and squished the jokes to pieces. But his dad made a good speech. And then they turned on the typical Jewish live music, which was eardrum deafening and involved "I Will Survive" and "It's Raining Men" sung by a baritone. The former brought back some amusing primary school memories, and I'm sure Avi's friend David thought I was odd when I literally headdesked while giggling "And then she slapped him!" Ah, Gina and Timothy. What primary school amusement you provided. I haven't seen any primary school people since, oh, forever. Well I haven't seen those two since primary school finished, I've seen some others more recently.
The whole thing also brought back memories of Russian/Jewish events at Hakoah. I didn't eat a lot because I couldn't quite remember whether it was like those Russian restaurants where you start with three gazillion little dishes on the table, and you eat everything, and THEN it turns out those were just the entrees and there's still a main course to go. It turned out it wasn't. But, oh, Hakoah. All those aunts and family friends birthdays and anniversaries when I had nobody to talk to but Stan or Stella or Masha Erinbourgh, and I usually ended up falling asleep across three chairs around ten. Ah, to be eight again.
Desert involved something that the waiers claimed was mousse, which ate my spoon. Avi got a ladle from somewhere, I don't want top know where unless it's Ladlespace. We all indulged in some light pyromania with the centrepiece, which was a bowl of wax with wicks at intervals and a plant in the middle. By we I mean me and Avi and Davids little brother Adam. THEN we got told the things were on loan - a BIT late. David and I had a spirited argument about the most effective way to make a chandelier fall. Avi's littlest brother refused to tell us where the moose was, and his uncle and aunt and I had a discussion as to the correct plural of Moose, after which they recounted their experience with running into a herd of - whatever you call them, while hiking. Avi's uncle Moish took a photo of the official photographer. I caused Avi's forehead to have an intimate moment with the table using a waitress joke.
It finished at eleven, but we didn't end up leaving till twelve because I was getting a lift from Avi's dad, who had to leave after all the assorted relos. But I still got home before my parents, who were out partAYing :P or something. This morning I had to clean up all the clothes on my floor because I'd just tipped them off my bed before collapsing.
I got woken up at seven thirty by my brother crying, my mum was too fast asleep to hear him. Bah. I was going to go to work early so I could buy Avi's brother a barmitzva present, but the bus was half an hour late, so I got there right on time, which was fortunate. I called my dad and got him to pick up a present instead. Work was t3h suck, I'm not used to Saturdfays and my brain went numb as usual after a few hours on my feet so I kept making silly mistakes and Vicky had to re-do the windows I cleaned. And then Olga took my dark rye bread :( oh well, best-laid plans and all. Actually NONE of yesterdays plans went particularly well. I couldn't find my dad, who turned out to be waiting for me in the car, and we got home at seven, whereupon my mother immediately claimed shower, which sucked. When she finally finished I discovered that my bathroom had been infested by spiders, but since I was already in the shower at the time i just had to ignore them and cry. And then the water went cold. And then it turned out my planned cool green skirt had no matching tops, so after throwing half the contents of my wardrobe onto my bed I ended up borrowing a skirt from my mum, who then sprayed perfumne in my eye by accident, which caused me to blink before my mascara dried. And I completely forgot about nail polish. And we arrived about an hour late, halfway through the speeches, and I only just convinced my mother not to come in with me just to, I don't know, check the place out or whatever.
Avi's speech was short and improvised, and I can see him making a similar one at Brian's wedding, except this time while drunk. Brians speech was slow and mumbly, and squished the jokes to pieces. But his dad made a good speech. And then they turned on the typical Jewish live music, which was eardrum deafening and involved "I Will Survive" and "It's Raining Men" sung by a baritone. The former brought back some amusing primary school memories, and I'm sure Avi's friend David thought I was odd when I literally headdesked while giggling "And then she slapped him!" Ah, Gina and Timothy. What primary school amusement you provided. I haven't seen any primary school people since, oh, forever. Well I haven't seen those two since primary school finished, I've seen some others more recently.
The whole thing also brought back memories of Russian/Jewish events at Hakoah. I didn't eat a lot because I couldn't quite remember whether it was like those Russian restaurants where you start with three gazillion little dishes on the table, and you eat everything, and THEN it turns out those were just the entrees and there's still a main course to go. It turned out it wasn't. But, oh, Hakoah. All those aunts and family friends birthdays and anniversaries when I had nobody to talk to but Stan or Stella or Masha Erinbourgh, and I usually ended up falling asleep across three chairs around ten. Ah, to be eight again.
Desert involved something that the waiers claimed was mousse, which ate my spoon. Avi got a ladle from somewhere, I don't want top know where unless it's Ladlespace. We all indulged in some light pyromania with the centrepiece, which was a bowl of wax with wicks at intervals and a plant in the middle. By we I mean me and Avi and Davids little brother Adam. THEN we got told the things were on loan - a BIT late. David and I had a spirited argument about the most effective way to make a chandelier fall. Avi's littlest brother refused to tell us where the moose was, and his uncle and aunt and I had a discussion as to the correct plural of Moose, after which they recounted their experience with running into a herd of - whatever you call them, while hiking. Avi's uncle Moish took a photo of the official photographer. I caused Avi's forehead to have an intimate moment with the table using a waitress joke.
It finished at eleven, but we didn't end up leaving till twelve because I was getting a lift from Avi's dad, who had to leave after all the assorted relos. But I still got home before my parents, who were out partAYing :P or something. This morning I had to clean up all the clothes on my floor because I'd just tipped them off my bed before collapsing.
