Short leashes....

I am now one step closer to having a sister. We hosted a wedding shower for my brother and his fianceé this weekend that turned out really well. It seemed a little divided at times, since there were two distinct populations of people invited: people from our church and teachers (former and current) from our old school. I, of course, am only just beginning to get inducted into the small-talk-with-strangers/acquaintances, so it was good that I wasn't supposed to be the center of attention.

Incidentally, the morning started out with my mother telling me about a dream she had. It seems that she was trying to get things ready for the shower and I was off to the side screwing things up, making odd table-coverings and generally being a nuisance. (Obviously the opposite happened.) I countered by telling her about my dream in which I was at some party/event with a guy that I used to know. He was there on his own and there wasn't any drama, it was just comfortable. Regrettably, the opposite of this dream also happened that same night.

We all went out later that night to a dinner theater in my hometown. As we were sitting and enjoying conversation at our table, who did I happen to see walk in? The aforementioned dream-boy. He ended up sitting at a table at exactly the opposite end of the room from us, and I know that he wasn't looking around expecting to see anyone he knew there other than his in-laws. After going through the serving line and not making eye-contact (not that I was trying too hard), I decided that just for the hell of it, I should text-contact. I figured it was just too good to pass up.

Naturally, my number wasn't in his book anymore. Not that I'm surprised - his ball-and-chain hates me for reasons unknown. [Maybe I made a face at her when I was 10 and I tagged along on an excursion to Schlitterbahn? Maybe her parents complimented me in front of her once? I don't know, and I think it's ridiculous to be so uncivil and petty at her age (early 30s).] We texted a couple times, but I decided that I wasn't about to leave my family and friends to waltz over for some uncomfortableness [i.e.-someone pretending you don't exist when you're standing right next to them] - if he wanted to be a man, he could walk over and say hi. Whether or not he tried, he didn't make it over, but not for lack of standing up and walking away from their table (it's hard not to see a mobile flash of blonde hair when you're sitting perpendicular to it).

The show was called "I Hate Hamlet", and it was typical dinner theater comedic fare. I don't know if it was because I hang out with people who analyze acting/theater/film so much or what, but it took me awhile to suspend my disbelief/stop critiquing and get into the show. After that, I enjoyed it quite a bit. Ah, drama.