This weekend, I went to a relative's wedding in Holland (Technically Saugatuck. I think). My sister and her boyfriend drove me there since my place was on the way, and they wanted to see my cat.
Knowing that Riley hides under my bed whenever he senses strangers, I kicked him out of the bedroom and closed the door. Bad idea. Instead of strangers making him paralyzed with fear like my sister's cats, he freaked out, started dashing around at an alarming speed, yowled, actually climbed on things, and clawed at the bedroom door in a desperate attempt to escape.
After giving Riley access to his favorite hiding place again, and leaving extra food, we were off to the wedding.
The ceremony was mercifully short, and the reception was held in a pavillion that was shockingly similar to the visitors center in Jurassic Park. My sister's boyfriend and I kept joking that a t-rex was going to burst into the room at some pint and devour a few guests.
Normally wedding bore me, but this one was fun since my sister's boyfriend is a fellow troublemaker. This was greatly enhanced by my sister being the sort of person who likes to follow the rules. Getting a reaction out of her doesn't take much effort. All we had to do was turn her name card upside down, take the coffee cups apart, or point my grandmother at something and turn her loose. (She's 87 and has realized she can say or do whatever she wants because she's old.)
My parents gave me a ride home, which my mother insisted on for two reasons. She wanted to see my new TV and expected that my grandmother would bother me instead of her. The second part of her plan backfired, naturally.
My cat's reaction to seeing my parents was a little better than his previous meeting with strangers. He hid under the bed, let out some sad pathetic cries, and was skittish for a couple hours after my parents left. I had bribe him with a few pieces of food before he trusted me again.
I'm now up about 5-6 lbs. (It's a lot when you started at 118) with my bodyfat going up by less than half a percent, and I learned why I was having trouble cutting. Turns out I wasn't eating enough.
The downside is that most of my free time now revolves around eating or the gym.
I also used part of my bonus money to buy a nice new TV (Teacher! Mother! Secret lover!) that's actually the proper size for my living room. Oddly, I'm still somewhat attached to the old one since it still technically works, it was the first TV I ever bought, and it was the first one I owned that wasn't "haunted".
Work has been going well. I'm getting stuff done so quickly that I scared a few coworkers. And tomorrow I get to teach people about regular expressions in Oracle 11g.
Today, I had to fill my car's gas tank for the second time since i got it, and I discovered that the gas station I normally use closed.
I'm amused and saddened by that. It was a convenient place to get gas, and I thought it got a decent number of customers.
I don't even know when the place closed.
The amusing part is that I'd didn't notice until now because my car only needs gas about once a month. I ♥ my hybrid car.
Last week, I got 39.9 MPG when I drove out to the Detroit area to celebrate my mom's birthday. The trip back was closer to the 36-37 the specs say I should get on the highway, but that's still pretty good. It was also the first time I had to fill the tank since I got the car.
( Bored cat )
Oh well, at least taking the stairs down from the eleventh floor and immediately going back up again was a nice bit of cardio.
Work has also been going really well for me. I finally feel like I have a good handle on the stuff I'm working with now, and finally finished verifying that upgrading a database didn't cause any functional changes in the system. I also earned a great midyear performance review.