News for tonight

[la_belle_laide]

Well, Donna and Tony's wedding is tomorrow morning. They've been together most of their lives. In fact, all of their adult lives, or at least in Donna's case. So, Donna's not too nervous. Casse, the maid of honor, is nervous, though. Donna says she's excited to see us all dressed up. She bought her wedding party each a pretty necklace with matching earrings, a lovely glass jewelry box with silver grapes on the top, a flip-flop keychain, and our wedding flip-flops. It's too cool, our gowns are all formal, and we're wearing Old Navy flip-flops.

The wedding is behind the carousel and in front of the docks. You can see the ferry and sailboats all floating by. Should be really stunning with the sun coming up and all. (Though the wedding itself isn't until 10 AM, we'll be there for wedding party pictures at 9:30.)

I think tomorrow is going to be loads of fun. Hopefully pictures will follow.

Today, as I was leaving work, I found someone's camera in the passenger seat of my car. It wasn't there when I went to work in the morning, and my windows were open all day. Very frigging weird. I left it at work with a note that said, "Camera found in the passenger seat of Jules's car--WTF?!"

In good news, I spoke to Casse today and she agreed to come and lizard-sit for me when I go away hopefully in January or February. I told her I'd only be gone four days, five at the most, and would pay her to stay at the house and mind Pendragon, give him all his medicines, and clean his cage daily. She'll have to go to work, but hopefully I can ask my cousin Chrissie to come by a few times during Casse's work hours and monitor the temperature. One less worry for me.

In news that is COMPLETELY TEH SUCK I got called for jury duty on Tuesday. This bites harder than many things I could name. This bites everyone: me, you, the guy over there. It bites one and all. Do you know, I'd rather go to the gynocologist every day for a week than go to jury duty for one day? I'm serious, I loathe it that much. Also, I've got that job teaching Hula at the community center from September to November; if they think they're going to call me away from that, they're incredibly wrong. They'll have to fine me or something. Bastards. I swear they send me that crap notice every few months, even after I served last time.

But I'm going to try to forget it tomorrow, then on Tuesday, just hope against hope that I don't get chosen, this way I'm off the hook for another two years.

Bastards.

In other news, the people who live behind me are having a birthday party so huge, the entire town must be aware of it. They've got a live band playing at a Wagnerian volume but without any of the skill. This all tells me that the person having a birthday must be someone of great renown in the white trash community.

Well, I should get to bed, as I've got to get up at 7 AM tomorrow after trying to sleep with my hair all in rollers, which is always an adventure. Not as much an adventure as when I take them out, but still. If I take the rollers out and I look like Slash I'm just going to brush that crap all out and start over. I hope the Hair Gods smile upon me, as the jury duty gods have shat in their hands and thrown it. There've got to be some gods still in good humor, right?

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[danalwyn.livejournal.com]

Er...sorry about that. Disaster control's been siphoning all the luck we can get out hands on to other places right now, leaving most of the world sort of high and dry. You're better off than some people, some poor sucker in California got drained so dry he had negative luck. His lottery ticket was so far off that the Lottery department had to send thugs to his house to beat him up and steal his wallet.

Seriously though, I've managed to avoid jury duty by the simple expedient of being stationed out of town when they call. I don't think I would manage to stay awake through even one day of jury duty, and that would probably piss of the judge. Good luck at avoiding it.