Nun marries off secret agent Natasha, gets revenge on an evil in-law.

[sistawendy]

But first: a pleasantly small Goth reunion at P's birthday celebration. P & I used to work for the same tech giant, so we'd occasionally have lunch together. As a fellow queer, she fed me a steady stream of educational & titillating book & movie suggestions. She didn't disappoint yesterday: she lent me a collection of kinky lesbian erotica called Say Please. Not only is it likely to be a fun read; I was touched that she loaned me a book that still had her bookmarks in it. I'm going to have to write down their positions.

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The main event yesterday, though, was the wedding of Natasha. That's the code name for m'boy's first, best, and longest-serving babysitter. Aspiring Ex & I partway adopted her; she was a precociously organized and responsible teenager who'd lived her whole life in 425-land, and desperately in need of quasi-hipster godparents like us.

The wedding itself? Um, well, OK. Tasteful and a bit... generic. I have my suspicions about whether her new hubby is good enough for her, but as her hipster godparent I would, wouldn't I?

Horrible thing: Natasha is an adoptee. Her siblings are biokids. Neither they nor their parents showed up to the wedding. I don't care how things stood between them. None of them could pause the tackiness long enough to go to a wedding? Good grief! And I didn't know about it until the officiant, the groom's uncle, asked me about it. I knew things were bad between Natasha & her folks, but not this bad.

A dish served cold: AX's mother flew up from San Francisco to come to the wedding. That's fine in itself, but:

1. Her presence meant the Wendling didn't stay with me this weekend as usual, and I'd forgotten about it so I made a date with Temptress for next weekend involving not inconsiderable time and money.
2. AXMom & I loathe each other, and there was no way either of us could avoid physical proximity.

I made sure to look extra purty in my Pride dress from last year. AXMom & I sat as far apart as we could at the reception table. Words exchanged? Zero. Eye contact? Measurable in milliseconds.

AX, her mother, another family friend, and m'boy left relatively early because the venue, the Hollywood Schoolhouse in Woodinville, is awfully loud. To tell you the truth, I only stayed half an hour later. It was full of young straight people, and the only person there who I really knew was Natasha, so I just wasn't feeling it.

Oh by the way, AXDad completely spaced it. We were all afraid he might be dead in a ditch or something, but several phone calls from AX & me established that he wasn't.

Comments

[solarbird]

If the situation is similar at all to mine, then she's probably relieved they didn't show, Be thankful for some favours.

[sistawendy.livejournal.com]

Oy. I don't know the details of what happened to you, but I can imagine all kinds of things.

[manintheboat.livejournal.com]

That is a lovely dress!

[randomdreams.livejournal.com]

That sounds like a dreadful experience for a bunch of people. I'm glad you made it through.

[sistawendy.livejournal.com]

I had a good time. Natasha seemed to be enjoying herself. The only people who didn't were AXMom & m'boy, the latter of whom has been sensitive to noise since he was a young child.

[randomdreams.livejournal.com]

I'm hoping she didn't invite her family, rather than inviting them and them not showing up. Somehow that seems easier.