a wedding and a square dance.

My step-sister got married on Saturday. It was a good wedding, small, the first beautiful day of spring. I got to spend the day re-filling my plastic cup of beer and talking to my family, which is a great way to spend any portion of a day, let alone the whole thing. Kristen's husband is a good guy. They are moving to North Carolina next month since he's in the Air Force. She seems stoked for the move. I think she's looking forward to a change of scenery. Even though he seems like a really solid guy I hope she doesn't lose herself in the relationship. She needs to remember that the reason they loved each other enough to get married is because he likes the person she is. I think when you are removed from your family and from the place you know you might become more dependent on what you do know. So, here's to Kristen learning, messing up, achieving, and loving in her new life.

I also like Derrick because he let me start up his new truck, even though I was two sheets to the wind. I think I shouted with joy when it growled to life. I was wasted. And in love with that truck.

We made my sister stop at a mini mart for dip and beer. I have no idea why I bought that beer. It was not something I needed. And when we got back to my Mom's we arrived to a note saying that our four horses had got lose and were corralled in the neighbor's pasture. Apparently it was the neighbor with which my mom and her fiance have a pending lawsuit over an easement. I think Molly and I left the gate open when we left the pasture so it was our bad. When we were going to round up the horses Charlie took off, like the d-bag he can so often be. So, we're out there, shitty as hell, calling for our douche of a dog and trying to listen for the sound of hooves, out on Saratoga Road. Bill snapped at me and told me to put the dogs on leashes and I envisioned punching him in the face, but just snapped back instead and did not leash my dog. Suzy was fine, I told her to find the horses and she found the right pasture, smart little snot. And Charlie came back. We haltered up the horses (luckily other family members had remembered halters and leads because I'm not sure how I was planning on getting the horses back). I was feeling surly and kept ramming my shoulder into Maddie when I was walking her back. She's a huge horse and can step all over me but I was too drunk to back down and kept hurling myself at her whenever she'd get in my space. It seemed to work. And the inevitable happened when my mom reminded me that she had the ability to care for Jewel and Megan but that Maddie and Cleo were simply too much. I snapped at her (my mode of operation that night, clearly) and then went to bed crying myself to sleep. Not my proudest moment.

Anyway, last night we went to a square dance at the Tractor. I wonder why I get so damn irritated by a bar in the heart of Ballard (Scenester/Yuppie Nation) that seems like it belongs in Appalachia. Not the people. It was cool to see old guys stompin' it up and the band was awesome. But, there were some people who I swear had just visited Value Village (or probably Red Light or Buffalo Exchange) to pick out the ugliest checkered dress or cowgirl boots just for the square dance. Maybe. But, I have to admit, I didn't have the guts to get up there and dance so I'm just backseat driving something that other people are actually doing. Having said that, apparently there is a contra and old time country dance up here in Lake City on Thursday nights. I would like to go to that.