Asperger's moments.Follow

There are some moments I know I can't budge my partner on an issue. Today he decided he wanted to be late to the second ever wedding we've attended together. The best I could bargain him to was arriving no earlier than one hour late.

We didn't need to be late. It's a themed wedding no presents (or gifts to charity). I showered, dressed up, and my sister did me an amazing Up-Do hours ago. I haven't looked this good in years. I chose out my best hand-painted card, and we're "giving" them the sponsorship of a tiger family for a year, because there are only 2000 tigers left in the wild and they are in serious danger of extinction.

So I'm worried we're going to miss their exultant declaration of how much they love each other and admire one another. And we're going to look like we can't organise ourselves out of a wet paper bag (often true, but not true today), or I'm going to look like a vain prat who put an amazing Up-Do in front of our friends' and co-owners exultant declaration of deep love and admiration for each other.

Turns out he really really didn't want to talk to anyone , especially strangers. If I was smart I would have divined this from past experience, and come up with a different bargain: we get there on time to sit through the vows, and then leave immediately after, before the audience is left to themselves, or to eat.

As it was I panicked for nothing. Having duly arrived exactly an hour late, the groom is running around with a phone, not speaking to arrived guests. The ceremony hasn't happened yet. The guests are getting pleasantly sloshed in the mild sun and breeze. Some are rolling their own cigarettes in a group in the aisle. I parked my aspergerigic pet with one of his best friends, and fellow computer geek, and an alcoholic beverage. I have claimed a seat in a modest position, and thus will not have to stand or sit on the grassy knoll. The bellbirds are singing and the flower girls are adorable with Chinese umbrellas. Life is good.

Social Phobia Rules!


The celebrant was late, the bride wasn't piking. She had a beautiful antique lace gown on, and sniffed tearily when she said "I thee wed".

Asperger's Pet had a fine time with two of his programming buddies. I had the best hair there and the compliments to pass on to my sister to prove it.

Bridesmaids. If it's extravagant then bridesmaids and great free food and alcohol. It's like a fancy date for free. Can I get you another drink? Of course you can!


Enter building. Express your sympathies to spouse/closest relative of the deceased. Find person you know the best out of everyone and talk to them for 3 hours.


Same as funeral without the sympathies or offer one of the family black sheep a little weed and you've been friends for life.

Tell <partner> that being there for the crucial moment, is more important than being pretty for the moment.

Erk, sorry, I'm one of those people who want to live an event, not click my way through it. Asperger's pet may have a photo.

It was Edwardian to 30's, a slip gown to the neck, ankles and wrists, drawn in at the waist, so it gathered in the front at the waistline, and had a slim knee-length overlayer on the skirt part. Probably not a true "princess" "traditional" wedding gown by contemporary standards, but a gorgeous historical dress with all-over lacework that was probably hand-done. Bride had an extremely slender figure in all departments that the dress suited. Mostly ivory white dress, but when you got close, a few modest little darker protein stains that hadn't entirely come out.

Bride also wore funky, discreet rectangular glasses, a swept to one side hair-do of her own subdued red, wavy medium-length hair, with an ivory white translucent, feathered fascinator perched jauntily far to one side over the mass of her hair like an overlarge flower.


Edited, Dec 11th 2010 8:52pm by Aripyanfar

^ Serial killer.

It won't, for one I'm the black sheep in the family and for two anyone over 18 can legally buy weed here anytime they want.
There's also the problem that on my dad's side of the family there is nobody I even have more than two words to say to and that's the family that gather's most often.
Ut usually ends with me sitting at the table eating and pretending to care about the conversation.

I hate social gatherings, but I can tolerate weddings of relatives. Friends... I'd likely make some polite excuse not to go unless they were extremely good friends with me. Like, provide me a vital organ good friend. Or hide a dead body good friend.

Any other gathering, **** off. If I don't see you socially outside those forced gatherings, I am not interested in seeing you otherwise.

Just the one time and not planning to black widow Ray anytime soon.

I just love the look of a wedding gown. Wearing a wedding gown is the best dress-up fun. My relatives know that when there is a wedding underway, I'm all over it.

Seriously, when Prince William and Kate Middleton announced their wedding date, I booked that day out from work as a vacation day.

I was actually sad when my sister had my gown preserved for all eternity as a present. I wanted to wear it to all kinds of things, cleaning, other random stuff... Think of the fun!