I'm so happy that I've got a 3.83 GPA. College grades are off to a good start hurray!
4:39 AM | Thursday, May 19, 2011
The activities of the whole day before 3pm can be summarized in less than fifteen one word: reception.
From waking up at seven, pulling out the whole nine yards of getting ready (make-up, chiffon dress, three inch stiletto...), waiting in the lounge and finally the reception itself, I spent the day feeling awkward, uncomfortable and insignificant at a retiree reception as my mom's plus one. That of course meant that I spend the day not knowing anyone on the 400+ guest list except my mom and exactly one couple who used to be my dad's colleagues with no one to text with and no wifi to freeload on.
The reception that started at ten began with more waiting in the ballroom, singing (which sounded like Cats in Heat meets Mecca prayers to me), overeating on the seven course meal and finally waiting for my mom's turn to accept the gift and certificate. Half the guest list each had a chance to go up, almost none were fast and efficient, and to make matter worse, they wen't alphabetically. Our surnames start with 'Y', and with no one in 'Z', that meant we were still there after three quarters of the guests had left.
In the end, all I did was tune out everything, play solitiare and freecell on my phone, and subtle ogling the gorgeous head waiter.
