my post sunday: pre monday Delirium

I spent the weekend doing the family "bondage" thing. My cousin (my father's nephew) tied the knot. It didn't take much thought. The younger and wiser of my D-tribe have decided even though our parents are stupid doesn't mean we need to be. I sat in between my father and my step-mother. I literally felt like a red-headed stepchild.
Pre-wedding: my mom came home for a day. For more than a year she has become a gypsy. Chasing after bliss: I'm envious. She came home to deal with mail and money. Two "m"s I have not enough of. We went to a christmas party for my grandpa's hired hands. I was feeling my throat get a little scratchy. I passed it off that all the people smoking around me was just screwing with my allergies. This was thursday. Finals came Friday.
Friday: my final was a speech on what are good attention getters. Good attention getters-why me ofcourse. I put a lot of time into my speeches even though it might never of appeared it. Good attention getters are like baiting a hook. You do it right you will have your audience biting. Do it wrong your audience will be distracted. I started feeling a little tired. Didn't have to work at the theatre: I guess I looked just the right amount of pathetic.
Saturday: I had to work early at the theatre. Polar express and the movie was free. We had maybe 20: I guess the village didn't get the memo. I went home and took a nap. I was about to back out on the whole weekend experience but my mom talked me back into it. As this all continued...I was downing juice and popping Vitamin C. As the day progressed-my throat/voice didn't keep up. It was fun to see my cousins...we don't see each except for weddings and funerals and now that most of us are 21: the bar. After a bunch of drinking and dancing...the diehards searched for a bar open till 2. We were up visiting till 4 and then I knew I needed sleep.
Sunday: I woke up tangled in the bedspread with my computer playing in the background. At 7 o'clock: someone was knocking on my door and meowing like a stray. I woke up with no voice and the cold I had been running from finally caught me. I was supposed to see my friend B. I didn't know when she would be home after church and I would get there from the hotel. My contaigion progressed with the miles on the road. I put my car on 34 and just kept driving. I went right on through Osage and Park Rapids and right up to Bemidji. Stopped by the mall played some ski-ball. Gave the tickets to some kid hopped back in my car: only to come home and be sick. The sleep is off and my mind is gone. The time is 2 on Monday morn. I've bannished my germs and myself to Fosston. Wouldn't want to be the carrier monkey that killed christmas. Bartender shot of Nyquil and make it a double.