7/27/08
Today I went to the mall on Findlay. While checking out Hot Topic I discovered that I am a size Small in their shirts (though I think their t-shirts would shrink two sizes if I tried to wash them) and corsets. I still prefer to buy mediums simply because it gives me more room while still being tailored. Plus, on a bad day, mediums cover what smalls make horrid. However, due to having a small bust size (34A children's) I had to buy my corset in a small (the medium would not adjust around the bust). It is still a little big in the bust but not too bad. Also, strapless bra is invisible underneath it (this is the 2nd piece of clothing where this actually worked). After I got back and played with the actual ribbons on the corset, I think it fits me just fine. I feel comfortable (tighter then I'm used to but comes with the nature of a corset). I checked the picture ad found that the way the corset fits me is the same as the way it fit the model (0__0?), and that, according to the sizing chart, I am a size 5 shirt (34, 27 EXACTLY). Now, officially, I am a size XSM skirt (since when was a 34 hip size 0? That's not right.) However, the small (though a bit big) fits me perfectly. I can only assume I'm really a size 5-7 pant simply because, unlike the ana-mia types, I have thighs (all muscle baby). Weird day no?

9/7/08
So, I'm at Findlay... It's nice enough. My roommate is a kind, considerate soul who makes me laugh. Valerie, you're awesome XD.

I've just returned from my cousin Danny's wedding. It was nice. However, I'm sure you've all heard how the bride looks wonderful and how pretty the church was... so I'll skip that and get to the fun stuff.

So, the minister (or whatever Methodists have, I'm agnostic, I don't know) was a very interesting character. Nice enough, but he has the distinctive ability to go off on a tangent and stay there. He was ridiculously fast getting though the "We are gathered here in the sight of God... blah blah blah" parts of the wedding. So much so that I can write a neat little transcript of the wedding.

Minister: We're all here. We love you. [Insert long tangent about Jesus and a boat ride his friends went on with him. They almost got killed and Jesus saved them, then they met a man with 6,000 demons. (This point was repeated 18, yes I'm serious 18, times before he got to the moral) The moral is why we should never know what's coming because we wouldn't do anything if we knew how bad it would be along the way.] Danny do you? Rachel do you? Good. Kiss and get out.

So we left and got on the road to the Indianapolis Yacht Club (http://www.iyc.bz/). Whoever wrote the directions must have been blind and dumb because he/she sure as all get out didn't have a clue where the club was located, Everyone got lost, and we only found the club by dead reckoning and a heck of a lot of patience. My mother had put out a 5 dollar reward for the direction writer. Find him/her and beat him/her senseless. She canceled the reward about five minutes later because she didn't think the direction writer had any sense to begin with. Finally getting to the club we paid for our drinks (cash bar >__<), and sat down for dinner. The club was beautiful and the view was just astounding. I've never seen a prettier reception hall. The bride has impeccable taste as all the decorations matched my dress. XD However, the food was... not as wonderful. The salad consisted of 4 (yes only four) pieces of baby spinach, 2 small pieces of cabbage, and 3 croutons. It was covered in what I like to call: lamp oil dressing with a hint of fetid aroma. The chicken was rather rubbery, but well seasoned. The potatoes were coated in brown sugar (which tasted surprisingly good). However, both my uncle and myself found a few that had a VERY sandy texture. Somebody doesn't know how to wash the dirt off potatoes in that thar kitchen.

The DJ was not that great. He was okay, but had a pretty poor grasp of the crowd. 85% of the people in the audience would sooner eat their leg then listen to rap music. So he played rap. 75% of the audience was over 50, so he played the music ear bleeding loud. (I had to leave the dinning hall after dinner because my ear were ringing and I had a headache.) 98% of the people in that audience would dance to swing music. He played one or two songs in the 5 hour period he was there. He didn't have "Pretty Woman" nor "Brown eyed girl". The bride was a hot brunette. The DJ also was knocking back drinks faster than the entire Irish group at the party. He never appeared drunk, but still not a good idea.

Overall, I liked the wedding. It made me laugh.