Moving People and Attitudes

Every once in awhile, there is a day that just completely throws your logic and views on life for a loop. Today was that day for me. Yesterday I thought I'd be working until 3pm at Starbucks, then packing for a weekend wedding with my mom and my new stepdad, Mark. Things slipped out of my control quicklike. I saw off a great friend, Cathawk, at O'zones, then found out I needed to get the Starbucks shift covered due to our leaving at seven in the morning. I packed rapidly without forgetting anything (thus far) and slept in the car the three hours to Tallanasty. We arrive at my sister's apartment to find three truckloads of clothes, appliances and junk that we have to move to her new house a couple of blocks away. Yay. She shows up, (because she wasn't there when we got there, she had a metabolism 2 test) and we get to work. After the extensive moving process, a reward of Jimmy John's is more than welcome. A Gargantuan JJ sandwich was inhaled in a record like... 5 minutes, and we hit the road again. Ali and I watched a crappy cam-version of Dinner For Schmucks, and then I fell asleep until we pulled up to a gas station just north of Gainesville. Now I haven't said much in this blog about my ex-girlfriend, but she just got back from Barcelona, and lives in Gainesville. I'm still pretty friendly with her, so you can imagine my frustration at not being able to say a quick hello. Then again, I couldn't tell you if that would be a good thing for me or not, considering I still like the girl. We passed by Gainesville in traffic, adding just a bit to the frustration, watching each exit pass by verrryyyy slowwlllyyy. When we got to the hotel in Port Canaveral, I was kind of wondering the sexuality of the entire hotel. I know this sounds strange, but it was pink, had only guys at the bar outside, and both check-in guys had gay lisps. The wedding is tomorrow, and I'm actually pretty excited. I love my new step-dad, and I've been pretty lucky in the step-fam department. I now can say I have three little sisters, three little brothers, and I'm the eldest of seven. I'm very much looking forward to the wedding, and even more so to the cruise afterwards. I'm wayy too spoiled, and feel somewhat guilty to get to have so much fun all the time. I'll be walking my mom down the aisle tomorrow, and floating to the Caymans, Jamaica, Cozumel, and Haiti after that. I was originally intent on reading the rest of my Tolkien short stories, some Biblical passages, and Italian poetry on the cruise. I now realize that Ali's going to be my workout buddy when we're not doing rock-climbing and crazy cruise dinners, so we'll see how much reading and writing I get done at all. The excitement's overwhelming! Maybe a workout sesh at the hotel wouldn't hurt...