here comes the nutbag

well, i found a wedding dress this weekend. because i have a very small supply of females in my life, i haven't had anybody else look at it yet. they're holding it for me until the end of today. my sister's not available, my cousin's not available, chris' sisters are working, and my mother- well, it was never really an option to ask my mother. she's got problems even bigger than mine.

it's been a low key weekend. they usually are, these days. we watched both "sideways" and "finding neverland," played the closest game of scrabble yet in the 2005 tournament of "gallbladder boy v. jackietown," ate at bahama breeze, and pontificated on some of the bigger mysteries of life. i helped chris' sister paint her kitchen on saturday; we went from green number 243 to green number 244. the next room that i paint, i want it to be red. i've always wanted a red room.

chris' sister took me wedding dress shopping on sunday, which was perhaps the single most horrifying day of the entire year. we went to all these boutiques were the dresses were big and floofy and went for over $1000 a pop. i hate those fucking stores, the ones where they make you "register" and then have some lady following you around commenting on your boob size and all the different shades of white. monday, i went on my own to a place in woodfield called "total wedding." here, nobody followed me around, i didn't have to fill out paperwork, and, immediately, i found a beautiful dress for under $200. but do i go back today and buy it without getting the approval of another girl? do i say "fuck it" and just make the decision on my own? and why doesn't chris just want to elope????? party, shmarty. i'd rather have some dude marry us in vegas and then spend the rest of the evening having margaritas and watching some fifteen dollar show starring transvestites.

also, i wouldn't mind hanging out at a wax museum or playing some roulette.