Computer... slowwwww!!!! Dammit! Seri! I blame it on you! ...::deep breath:: Okay, I'm calm. Just to let you know the video's ready, it's 6MB and my buddylist is failing me again... argh. Major argh.

In other news, Joy married Sal today and I was there to see. Funny thing about being catholic (well, supposedly catholic anyways) is that a five-minute wedding ceremony is hard to fathom. Regardless, the ceremony was charming. The weather was perfect, and from where I stood (holding the digi-cam so my other aunt could get the event taped by the best camera man in the family) shaded by the tree next to me, I had a perfect shot of the bride and groom. Sad thing is, the waterfall behind completely obliterated whatever the minister said, or of those getting married for that matter. But, my near vicinity to water meant a look at the life guard at the pool. Nice.

Literally five minutes later, everyone was ushered to the reception hall, located on the second level of the casino. While walking to the appointed place, we caught glimpses of people marching outside holding picket signs saying "Save Our Schools!" They're supporting a campaign by the mayor to help the shoddy state of Las Vegas' schools. But enough of that. So, I finally sit down at the table I was assigned to, to find out that I was sandwiched between the two cousins of mine which annoy me the most. A simple swapping of name tags cleared that mishap-waiting-to-happen up. As the occasion carried on, the whole affair became sadder and sadder. First off, the wedding singer was an annoying old woman who couldn't control the extreme vibrato in her throat, and the keyboardist chose all the wrong songs (a song about letting someone you love go was played quite frequently). Also, no one wanted to dance. Half of the guests even had the gaul to leave before the first dance. Mid-way through they called over this woman to help the party go along, and she seemed rather disinterested... or resentful that she's still single. Regardless, she was being rather sour. So, the first dance finally occurs, and Sal and Joy dance slowly, mesmerizing the crowd... till the balloons were released from the ceiling. Then, the 20+ lil kids came rushing onto the dance floor and proceeded to collect the balloons, all the while managing to ruin the romantic mood. In fact, I doubt any part of that day was rather romantic. Argh. And then they charged $2 per refill of soda... double argh.

I really pity Sal and Joy. It wasn't the best wedding, really.

So, when the question of whether I wanted to attend the party in their honor later that night, I gracefully declined, and went home. Thus, I'm sitting here, blogging.

Seriouslly not looking forward to singing tomorrow. Someone help me. I hate my mafia-esque family.