I'm back from my "wonderful" trip to the Far East, which is much better than the Far West, on my opinion. Much colder. So.
Yeah... so the wedding. I went to a wedding, the wedding of my older sister with some american named Paul. So, it kinda started in a bad mood, because my mom was late to the bus stop, so I was nearly crying. We went to the bride's appartment and I took this picture of my mommy.
So, while there, I kept trying not to cry because of my previous bad mood and gave my sister 200$ for her wedding. A tad later, we went to the wedding itself and the ceremony. I took a few pictures of the beginning of it, until the lady priest started saying stuff in French and I was all offended that the husband-to-be didn't understand one word of what was being said and nobody tried to get him some English version on hand or something. So I sat in my chair, looked depressed and tried to not get angry or cry. Pictures:
From left to right: My step-father, my older sister, Mylene's arms.
From left to right: my step father, my older sister, her now-husband, his father, the priest lady, Mylene's hair and shoulder (<_<)
So, after that, I waited for dinner with a glass of wine in hand. After a while, I was so bored of waiting for food that I had one glass of wine in each hand... then I was soooo bored that I tried to mix up stuff. Needless to say, by the time the food came, around 8PM, I was wasted and I had left the room two times to go cry on the shoulder of Mylene's boyfriend. I tried to eat and it ended up in the bathroom. My mom noticed I was sick, so I was led to the car to sleep, which I did after posting on my blog to say I was wasted.
When I woke up, it was around midnight, the party was over and it was time to leave. The thing is, my sister Mylene had left earlier with my grandmother and had accidently taken the car keys with her. When I opened the car door from the inside to leave, the car alarm rang. We had no way to stop it and when I walked out of the car, all the doors locked. My cell, mom's wallet and all the other important stuff was stuck in the car. Needless to say, I spent the next two hours waiting for My's boyfriend to drive back with the car keys wanting to cry, then I slept a bit in the car, then I slept home. I woke up this morning and left for bus.
In a summary, I spent 95% of the trip home on the bus, wanting to cry, crying, drunk or sleeping. It was /real/ fun. Meh. Stupid wedding. *feel like crying again* ...oh, look, new RP post to write! That will make me happier.
On a closure note, I took a picture of Montreal while on the bus. That's a bit happier to end this. Ciao!
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