Went to a wedding yesterday. I'm not much of a wedding person. I'm a cynic, I'm a feminist, and I'm pretty goddamn unholy to boot. In my opinion, there's not much to celebrate about an adult woman confidently declaring to be "obedient" and to "submit" herself to her groom as "head of household." Fuck man, I don't know about you, but the only thing I'm going to submit myself to is that piece of chocolate cake in the fridge. And, I'm a little iffy on the whole marriage thing, anyway. A thousand dollar diamond may make me a happy lady, but throwing one on isn't going to magically shield me from the temptations of infidelity if I'm already a piece of shit to begin with. So, I guess marriage is fine for other people, if that's what makes them happy. But I, for one, can be committed and loving and "faithful" without the fancy ceremony and expensive symbolism.
So, anyway, this is the fabulous outfit I wore to go eat a continental breakfast of sausage patties and biscuits in the hotel lobby. The shirt is new and I absolutely love it. You'd love it too, if you could actually see it properly. Oops. Oh well, I'm sure I'll be wearing it again soon...
In other news, I got my hair did on Saturday and it looks the same as before. Granted, I basically asked for the same thing as before, but there's nothing worse than spending $$$ at the salon to come out looking the same as you did when you went in. I just can't decide if I want to chop it off or grow it out...
And in other other news, it needs to be spring. Now.
How was your weekend?