argentinian hairdresser's wedding

grrrl, it was really lame. ch and i had a rocking time driving down there, but we arrived on time- duh! when ch said it started at 5, i should have said, south american time? we both knew better. but no. we were there 2 hrs before the groom got there. sigh. at least i looked fabulous. eventually some other friends of ch came and took some good pics, but i took this one. it doesn't show much of me, which may dissapoint some readers, but whatever. you see me dressed up all the time. how often do you get to see ch looking like this?

as l said, dreamy.
so it was cold and long and boring. the food was nasty and meaty. it was all just so wierd. this beautiful woman- she looked like an older julieta venegas, or at least she had her eyemakeup- with her big white dress and flowers in her hair. it made me want to know her story- honey, why are you doing this? do you need the money that badly? you could find a really nice man who will love you to marry. i was feeling sad about it, but ch said on the way home, "did you see that suit her girlfriend who caught the boquet was wearing? they seemed pretty cuddly. maybe she's a lesbiana." and that made me feel better. the argentinian hairdresser was so nervous- ch pointed out how he kept licking his lips. it was so wierd, how they danced with their friends so close, and so awkwardly with each other. while we were eating, someone started banging their knife against the glass. everyone blushed and blushed and giggled and giggled, and finally the groom pecked the bride on the cheek.

ugh. and i am so unprepared for 25 hrs of classes and 8 hrs of work in the next 3 days. but i just cant. i can't cook anymore. i can't do my dishes. i want someone to come and help me with them. i just can't keep up on life, and school. it's just too much.