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wedding dreams
Sep. 27th, 2006 09:17 amI dreamt last night that we came back from the honeymoon and found out that none of the vendors had been paid. We'd written them checks, but somehow no one gave the money to them. Also, I was startled to realize that I was Mrs. ChuckroLastName. (So does that make me Jethro?)
There was another one where we were at a wedding that I was pretty sure wasn't ours. A bunch of Princetonians were there - Lyriendel and her boy, Chantal and her boy, Shnayder, Katertoticus. Lyriendel was being oddly picky about her food - she only wanted a particular kind of salad dressing if it was from a plaid bottle (we finally figured out she only liked a certain brand of Russian dressing), and I was trying to convince her to just get the salad plain. There was an obscene amount of food. We'd had a salad and a rice dish and two pieces of fried chicken. Then we all had to get up to go to the pasta bar. I had to convince Lyriendel to try the chicken parm, and that I was pretty sure she'd like it. There was also spaghetti and pesto and two or three other random red-sauced pastas. Then we sat down and figured out that these were all just the appetizers, and that there was still a main course, a dessert, and cake to get through. Also, I took a bite of a roll that was way too big - it physically hurt to chew because there was so much bread in my mouth. But I couldn't spit it out because that would be rude. So I was trying to chew dry bread with chipmunk cheeks for what seemed like an eternity.
There was another one where we were at a wedding that I was pretty sure wasn't ours. A bunch of Princetonians were there - Lyriendel and her boy, Chantal and her boy, Shnayder, Katertoticus. Lyriendel was being oddly picky about her food - she only wanted a particular kind of salad dressing if it was from a plaid bottle (we finally figured out she only liked a certain brand of Russian dressing), and I was trying to convince her to just get the salad plain. There was an obscene amount of food. We'd had a salad and a rice dish and two pieces of fried chicken. Then we all had to get up to go to the pasta bar. I had to convince Lyriendel to try the chicken parm, and that I was pretty sure she'd like it. There was also spaghetti and pesto and two or three other random red-sauced pastas. Then we sat down and figured out that these were all just the appetizers, and that there was still a main course, a dessert, and cake to get through. Also, I took a bite of a roll that was way too big - it physically hurt to chew because there was so much bread in my mouth. But I couldn't spit it out because that would be rude. So I was trying to chew dry bread with chipmunk cheeks for what seemed like an eternity.
