Other Weddings and Things

Friday night was really fun. Zillahface and I were running around making out in as many places as we could before we'd get ushered out when we ran into Naeva Trinstadt. She had this weird mix of nervousness and excitement on her face, and I don't blame her one bit, because she was to be married the very next day! So to distract her, and with alot of convincing Zillah, we went to a couple of taverns and carried around huge jugs full of wine. We staggered in the street with our jugs and Zillahface followed us moping, obviously not interested in being with two drunken and giggling girls. We found ourselves in Agrabah, where Yusuf scrubbed disgusting balls of dirt off our skin (thank goodness, too, because me and Z got into a mud fight earlier), and then Sabiha stretched, pulled, and battered our muscles until we felt like goo. I could tell Naeva really liked it, she didn't want to get off the massage table. After chasing goats and camels, and harassing the harem girls, we finally passed out in our drunken hazes.

The next morn, my favorite dreadlocked man and I went on a shopping spree for Naeva and Ari's wedding gift. Again, he insisted on splattering mud all over me so we lounged in the Carthage baths for awhile relaxing before the big event. We made it to the grove of while orchids just in time to see Naeva in her lovely emerald dress looking worried ... and alone. The guests were looking around nervously, whispering concerns about where Ari might be. Naeva started to get flushed from anger when she stormed off, realizing that she was going to be alone at the altar. Just after she left, a messenger brought a letter that further spoiled the day. The guests then met at Naeva and Ari's home, where Naeva put on a forced smile and encouraged everyone to eat and drink. Upon reading the letter, her anger dissipated and concern took over. According to the letter, Ari was found hurt and wouldn't be available to make it. There was no indication of where he was which didn't make the situation any better, either.

At this point, I hope that Ari has been found and is doing ok. I also hope that Naeva and he can still get married after all of this. I still need to know what a wedding is like...

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Goodbye

Image
I've come to realize that I've been used. You doesn't really care for me as you claim. Hell, you never claimed. You only griped and complained about my actions. So goodbye, Zillahface. Relationships are not important to you, and you aren't afraid to express that. That's ok... for you. That's not ok for me. You've disappeared for long periods of time, only to be condescending and threatening to me when you come back. I'm not an expert at relationships, but my ideal man would miss me, and show it. I've been nothing but accepting to your ways, and might I add they are not the norm. You said I'd be back. No, you'll be back. Lime.
Read more

Gypsy Down for the Count

Image
I had another friend that I trapped in my cottage. An older gypsy woman by the name of Sway. She liked to sway around, so I guess that's how she got her name. And don't ask me about my obsession in trapping people in my house. It's not that I trap them, I just kind of lock the door so they can't get out. Anyways, me and Sway got along real great. She'd be there hanging out in my garden practicing little jigs, and here I'd come and jump in on the dancing. I'm hoping that someday I can use the little hip tricks she taught me to seduce some boys. I must admit that she did distract me from my fire-dancing practice. She had no interest in such things, she said. She felt that it would singe her hairdo, and some gypsies won't ever risk that. But then the ... i want to say inevidable... happened. She was slaughtered. In front of my eyes. The murderer callous and irrational. Of course, he didn't care. Apparently I'm not allowed to have friends, no matter ...
Read more

Easy Does It

Image
I wasn't afraid to kill myself. Not in the least. It would have been easy to just slip into the bathtub at the cottage, and not come back up for air. Or just bleed into my freshly growing flowers that are starting to grow back in the garden. Ironic no? Taking life on fresh life. It was easy to envision. Some wandering soldier (since there's so many that like to trifle through my things) would come into my home, find my corpse, and raise the alarm. Oh no, another gypsy dead. Not like there aren't handfuls of them around Romania. And they'd take my body to the waste and dump it with all the other unidentified bodies. Some sentimental fool would come to my house and out of respect, burn my house to the ground. I would have liked that. Hey, I'm still thinking of just burning down my house for sport. It gives me goosebumps just thinking about it. The letter wasn't a cry for help, it was a declaration of what I was to do. I was ready. Completely. But m...
Read more