As I mentioned on Friday, that's when things started. Mom called to let us know that she, Sarah, her boy, Aurora, her husband, Steve, and all of his kids were going to Hometown Buffet at about six. We still didn't know when to expect Dad and his wife to arrive, so we told them we would stay here, but they came over anyway to drop off an air mattress so Dad and his wife could have something other than the floor to sleep on. They actually brought three mattresses, because one of them had a hole and they didn't know which. But anyway, it was discovered before they left our apartment that Dad was still about an hour and a half away, so we joined them all for dinner.
Dinner was about what we expected it to be. Aurora and her husband pretty much dominated the conversation, but they did a pretty nice job of including people by picking someone at random and ordering them to tell a story. The first person they picked was Scott, who, if I remember correctly, told a story about a cowboy who wanted to get something from his father's pocket, so he asked for his friends' help and... I don't remember the rest, but I think he ended up deciding to give up on it and do something else. It was based on the Norman Rockwell paintings that were on the walls around the room. A&J, as Aurora and her husband will now be referred to for abbreviation's sake, said they liked it because he chose not to go to a life of crime, so it was a redemption story. They were acting all informed-movie-criticky, but in a positive way. Or it was positive to just about everybody who wasn't us. We don't think we were imagining it, anyway.
They demanded that Twin tell a story. Something in the conversation had reminded us earlier of the story David Hayter told at Anime Expo about when he was in the live action Guyver movie and had to do a very dangerous stunt, and a woman in the audience asked if he survived and he said, "No, I died. You just ruined my story!" So Athena retold that story, and A&J said, "Now tell a story people can relate to," to which Athena replied simply, "No." We've always had a problem with people being able to relate to our stories, which is usually why we only tell them on LJ, so it's possible that they were just acting normal and not especially mean, but that didn't make it any less annoying.
Add to that a few other things. You may have noticed in the last paragraph that they demanded that Twin tell a story. Apparently they are highly amused by the idea of "Aurora's sister the Twins." (I proofread that sentence carefully.) They're very funny witty people, so they managed to make it funny for a while, but it got old.
They did say some nice things to us, like how Aurora's husband will brag to people about how we translate anime (that's where the "Aurora's sister the Twins" came up for the first time, incidentally; I would also like to ask, when will these people figure out that anime and manga are two different things?), and when they found out that we translated the Ace Attorney manga, he said they may have to invest in some of our work (he's a big Ace Attorney fan). Athena said if he was really nice we might give him one of our comp copies, and he said he'd make an effort to learn both of our names, but not which was which. He promised something along those lines when we said we'd get them a Wii for a late wedding present and never followed through, so we decided later that it was no deal, but we don't think they even remembered, so whatever. To be honest, we're not sure we want them to read it, because if there's anything wrong with our translation at all, they'll be the ones to find it.
Incidentally, apparently because we don't talk back when Aurora's husband acts like a jerk, they had both come to the conclusion that we liked him abnormally much. What they don't realize is that Aurora was kind of like a last boss character back in 2004, the year that was a long series of really sucky things happening. During that last month of '04, we learned that if you talk back to Aurora, she'll only get worse. So we've learned to keep our mouths shut. It probably doesn't help that the names her husband has decided to use in lieu of our real ones are Excalibur and Excelsior, which, on top of sounding pretty funny, are actually pretty cool things to be associated with, so when he first started it, we didn't mind. But like I said, it gets old.
I feel like I spend more time talking about people being mean, when if someone's nice, I usually just say something like, "So that was really nice," and leave it at that. I think that's because I want to sort everything out and make sure my upsetness is justified. So I continue.
The Japan trip got brought up. Aurora's husband asked how Japanaheim was, and despite his derogatory tone (actually his usual tone of voice), we couldn't deny that the first thing we did was go to Tokyo Disneyland, so Japanaheim was actually a fairly accurate description. We didn't get to tell much about it before Aurora asked us about the food. Danger! Danger! We answered that we starved, and Aurora said that we can't truly embrace a culture without trying their food, in a tone of voice saying that clearly we were evil people. So, thinking that we were still talking about our Japan trip, I explained that we were so freaked out just traveling in general that trying new foods was pretty much out of the question. I felt like we got some nods of agreement, which Aurora silenced so she could say that what I said sounded like a very well thought-out cop-out, and then she started lecturing us about how obviously there must be Japanese restaurants in the area etc. etc. I thought about commenting on our inability to get to any of them, but decided not to when I realized that that would get her started on how we need to learn how to drive, and that I really don't want to go to a Japanese restaurant. So I remained silent, and they moved on. I think that's when they demanded a story out of Sarah. She told about her very bad history professor.
To be fair, we weren't the only ones that got lectured. When they asked for stories from Steve's kids, he kept trying to help, and when he tried to tell his own stories they made snide comments about them. But they were really nice to everybody else who was there (the things they said about Celeste...), so that was good. It also makes it a lot easier for us to convince ourselves that the reason she attacks us is that she's jealous of our awesome career and ability to travel overseas.
When we got home from dinner, we called Dad and found out that he was in Fresno, waiting for someone to meet him and his wife at one of the local In-and-Outs and show them the way to Celeste's now-husband's family's house, where they were going to help make corsages and other flowery type things for wedding pictures and receptions. They called back when they got there so we could figure out exact arrangements for the night, and when we asked if they needed our help, we were told yes, so Dad and the boy came to pick us up. Dad later told us that Celeste was really relieved to hear we were coming, because she knows what good workers we are, and we were happy to have somebody say nice things about us after that dinner.
Upon entering the garage to get into the boy's family's house, I spotted a suit of Storm Trooper armor hanging there, and then I knew that Celeste was marrying into a good family. We went to work making the boxes of chocolates and tying bows around them, and when the boy's father arrived and noticed our Jedi Training Academy hats, that's pretty much what we talked about for the rest of the night. I was a little sad it's been so long since we've seen any Star Wars movies, because it's harder to fangirl about something when you haven't seen it in a while. I don't think "regular" people realize how much fans like to find other fans and be fans together (especially in a place like Fresno, where I have talked to a girl who didn't know what a lightsaber was). It's kind of like finding an oasis.
We ran out of the blue ribbon we were tying around the boxes, and it was paper ribbon so we could make it all curly (Athena curled every blue ribbon on those 100 boxes), so we couldn't just use the blue cloth ribbons that were running around all over the place. So I helped cut bench covers out of what looked like fancy interfacing with a floral pattern on it. We had a system, and I don't think it took much more than five minutes to cut out all thirty-six bench covers. It was crazy fast. And then we called it a night, resolving to go to Michael's the next day before the ceremony, and then, since Athena and I don't have our endowments and couldn't go to the ceremony anyway, we spent that time tying blue ribbons and curling them. But before that, we stayed up until one in the morning, just talking about stuff with Dad and his wife. She's really personable, I guess is the word, and just kept asking us about how our job works and stuff. We like it when people ask how our job works, because so many people seem to think they know, and talk to us like they know, but clearly don't have much of an idea. (This happens more frequently, and with more people, than you might think.) Also, we can't resist talking about ourselves when people are genuinely interested. We all agreed that we should go to bed about three times during the conversation, but it kept not happening. Tee hee♥
Dad seemed a little less friendly that morning when driving us to Michael's, but he got better later, so I think I'll chalk it up to nerves plus hunger (when we went to the in-laws' house, they gave us donuts!). After the ceremony, we ran into our bishop and his wife, who were amazed at how much we look like both our parents (they'd never met Dad before, and they always thought we looked just like our mom). And then it was time for the wedding pictures. This ended up being a lot of waiting around, but it was still pretty fun. I was impressed at how well Celeste took charge. At Aurora's wedding, it was like a group thing, where people would be like, "Maybe we should get a picture like this?" But Celeste was ready. She was like, "First, I want a picture like this. Now I want a picture like this." There wasn't even any hesitating or undecidedness.
Then it was time for lunch, so all of the bride's family except the bride went to In-and-Out, and then the two of us were going to go back to the in-laws' house with Dad and his wife to change into more comfortable clothes and maybe relax a little before going to help finish decorating for the reception, but we all got lost and before we knew it, we were back at the temple. Fresno temple has a pavilion outside next to it for wedding receptions (with a baseball field next to that; go figure), and that's where the reception was to be held. And there were both the groom's parents, so we figured there wouldn't be anybody home at their house anyway, and we got out of the car to help out. Except that it was mostly done, so we just kind of hung out and waited for the caterers and cake to show up, since there wasn't that much time before the reception anyway. Celeste and the boy had bought their own cake topper, which waited on the table for the cake. It was a porcelain figure of Cinderella and Prince Charming; one of these days, we really need to dress them up in the costumes, because they look close enough to the characters that it would just be too fun.
The reception itself was a pretty typical wedding reception. We were surprised to see one of Celeste's friends from way back when show up with her family, including her father who taught me how to play the piano. It was really neat to see them again. I almost had to ask Celeste to make sure it was them, because it had been so long since we'd seen them, but I didn't get a chance to before it was confirmed by the flow of events and conversation. I'm going to go ahead and say the fact that I can't think of anything really out of the ordinary to mention about the reception means it was a success. Celeste seemed to be enjoying herself, and she was very pretty. We don't know her new husband all that well (we learned from his mother that he gets very quiet when he's nervous, which explains why he doesn't say much, and hence why we still don't know too much about what he's like), but from what little we do know, they seem like they'll be very happy together, and we're very happy for them.
I actually don't know much about how wedding receptions are supposed to work, but the bride and groom were dismissed early (from what I understand now, that's what's supposed to happen), and instead of throwing rice at them as they ran off, we all blew bubbles♥
After the reception, we watched Meet the Robinsons with Dad and his wife, and then they went to bed, because they had to leave at four in the am.
And now we're back, and we were really excited to get back to a normal schedule again, but it looks like we'll be spending quite a bit of time doing some volunteer work for a while. Ah well; we'll regain our normal schedule eventually. And tonight we go back to Mom's place for Kimee's birthday dinner. But in the meantime, we're listening to this sad recording of the 1812 Overture which doesn't actually have any cannons. Poor thing; that's not the recording's fault.
Today I'm thankful for Dove chocolates, curly blue ribbon, bubbles instead of rice, getting to meet old friends again, and getting to help make Celeste's reception a success.