I'm feeling Much Better Now.

Got up to go to my cousin's bridal shower today, at my aunt's house in the southwest suburbs. I get lost every time I try to go there, and today was no exception. Had three people tell me three different ways to go, so that was helpful. It's super fun to drive a car with a shitty radiator that necessitates keeping the heater on for a long distance in the middle of the summer. No, really. I was tired because I loaded out Fleetwood Mac last night, and really not in much of a mood for dorky bridal shower games. I appreciate all the work and planning that my aunts went through, but I have yet to play a non-dorky anything-shower game. I think if I ever get married or have a kid or any other weird thing that necessitates a bunch of women dressing up and giving premeditated presents and playing dorky games, I think someone should smack me upside the head and remind me to just have a party or something instead. Registering for stuff for people to give you just seems weird to me. I understand it and everything, but it just kind of seems wrong. I like having my friends not feel pressured into giving me presents, and then when they do, they're usually handmade and very thoughtful and come from knowing me very well. Which is the absolute antithesis of getting a sheet of paper with "I want this kind of spoon from this store with a matching gravy boat". Whatever. Is there a male equivalent to the bridal shower? There're bachelor parties, but that's not the same. How come only girls have to deal with that? Anyway. So, I got out of the bridal shower early to go back to work. I got lost promptly on my way out of Savage again. Whee! I had to work with customers today, many of whom decided that when we said we were closing at seven that we only meant that for some strange proletarian version of a customer that didn't, of course, include them. Sometimes people suck.

'kay. I'm a little less crabby now. S'pose I should eat something and take a nap.