Always a bridesmaid, never a bride...
So there's this family that lives across the street from my parent's house. A mom, dad, and their two kids. The boy is my age and the girl is three years younger. I have known these people practically my whole life and when we were all growing up, i was almost like a member of their family being always over there and stuff. A couple of years ago things changed though. This was a family with no real religion in their life and one day some people knocked on their door and offered them one. They are now full fledged Jehovah's Witnesses. At first we (me and a few of our other friends from the neighborhood) were very concerned that they were joining what seemed to be like some kind of cult. They stopped celebrating holidays, started having bible studies at their house once a week, and because the kids still lived under their roof (even though they were over age) had to have supervised visits with friends (particurily friends like me who were not in "the truth" as the call it.) None of the rest of my friends from the neighborhood even bother with them anymore but for some reason i was never able to cut them out of my life completely. In the last two years, i haven't been nearly as close with them as i had been in the past but at least we've stayed in touch. And they've calmed down some. Its not as new, so while they're still pretty strict about alot of things that i think are pretty dumb, they don't make as many idle attempts to convert me anymore at least. Well the girl, Kim, is this cute little blonde who found the transition into her new church much easier with the help of a cute boy named Ryan that she met. They were never allowed un-chaperoned dates or anything but somehow still managed to convince themselves they are now in love and want to be married. He proposed (and let me say, its a pretty damn nice rock) and they are getting married in April. The other day Kim asked me if i'd be her maid of honor. Part of it feels very natural. This is still the same girl who almost ten years ago now used to stuff her bra because me and some of the other girls we hung out with were older and started to develop and she felt left out. I helped her plan her sweet sixteen because four years ago, that's what she wanted more than anything (some big birthday blowout.) And now i'm going to be in her wedding. She's not the same girl though. I still think she's in a cult (sorry if any of you are Jehovah's Witnesses or know ones and are offended by it....but i'm sorry, its scary alot of it.) I'm going to be in the wedding though. They're getting married outside of the reception hall (if it were in church i wouldn't be allowed to.) And i haven't met any of the other bridesmaids because they're girls from church but hopefully they won't be freaks. I've never been a bridesmaid before though (i was a flower girl a few times- for an uncle and two cousins) but don't even know what i'm supposed to do. I mean what's expected of me? I guess i just sorta tag along.
Anyway....the last sequence i was on for work absoulutly sucked. I was on the CRJ (the plane i hate) and the other FA was way senior and thought he was perfect and could do no wrong. Plus the pilots sucked ...ug, just not a good situation. It was cool when i got home though. I had my four days off (which are going by very quickly might i add.) I went and saw the BEST movie yesterday- "Garden State". I don't think its playing at the big multi plexes (like the Palace or somewhere) but alot of the more artsy theatres have it. Zach Braff (from Scrubs) wrote, directed, and starred in it and it was phenomanal. Its been a while since i saw a movie i liked that much.
Only other thing really that i can think of is....i might have been discovered on a plane! Ok so i'm sure i'm exaggerating but last week i was flying to Albany and i was doing my safety demo (the thing with the seatbelts and oxygen masks) how i usually do it (lip syncing and whatever) and this guy sitting in the front row has on a shirt that says 'masque theatre' on it. We get to talking and he ends up giving me monologue suggestions for future auditions and his buisness card. He said to give him a call. I would have felt funny calling him up but i did check out the website for the theatre that was on the card. The theatre is nothing to be too excited about i don't think but i am going to send him a proper headshot and resume at least. So...i dunno.
And i think i'm gonna just stop believing in jinxing. I do believe in fate but i think everything is jinxed and if that's the case, then nothing is (if that makes sense.) Like my dad isn't going to Chicago with me today for the Saints/Bears game tonite but that's because he makes a bunch of excuses for things (not because we're cursed.)