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Sidejob: Wedding in LA
Nov. 29th, 2007 11:13 amSo I've been invited to a wedding in Los Angeles next weekend.
I don't normally go to weddings, seeing as how they're depressing, given that the chances of me actually getting to attend one in a position of honor is extraordinarily small. However, I'm having some problems skipping out of this one.
I know both families peripherally, the Stonebridges and the Vaslovs, who are being joined at this wondrous occasion, mostly from work issues. The bride's family, the Stonebridges, came to America so long ago that they've forgotten their roots, they have more than a little American Indian in them, and have taken well to California, with all its opportunities for outdoor adventure, several of them having become either park rangers, outdoor sports coaches, or wilderness guides. The Vaslovs are more recent, possibly from Eastern Europe, although they tend to be vague about where they came from (and given their lack of family history, when they made up that name), a very old family we are assured, who tend to be involved in one of those jobs where a great deal of money changes hands, mostly from people with suits to people in suits, somehow leaving a great deal of it behind during the process. The Stonebridges tend to be easily excited, impulsive, extremely disinclined to buy real silverware, and possessed of a tendency to have to spend a lot of time cleaning up their house, patching their clothes, and wiping up the blood, on days after the full moon. The Vaslovs are cultured, in a chin-raising, nostril-pointing manner that can be considered snobbish, cold, avoid restaurants and cooking styles that involve large amounts of garlic, can't walk across running water (of which there is very little in LA. They can drive across it for some reason), never go to church, are very sensitive to sunlight, and harbor a deep-seated fear of sharp wooden objects.
And they absolutely, totally, and completely loathe each other.
( Family Feud )
I don't normally go to weddings, seeing as how they're depressing, given that the chances of me actually getting to attend one in a position of honor is extraordinarily small. However, I'm having some problems skipping out of this one.
I know both families peripherally, the Stonebridges and the Vaslovs, who are being joined at this wondrous occasion, mostly from work issues. The bride's family, the Stonebridges, came to America so long ago that they've forgotten their roots, they have more than a little American Indian in them, and have taken well to California, with all its opportunities for outdoor adventure, several of them having become either park rangers, outdoor sports coaches, or wilderness guides. The Vaslovs are more recent, possibly from Eastern Europe, although they tend to be vague about where they came from (and given their lack of family history, when they made up that name), a very old family we are assured, who tend to be involved in one of those jobs where a great deal of money changes hands, mostly from people with suits to people in suits, somehow leaving a great deal of it behind during the process. The Stonebridges tend to be easily excited, impulsive, extremely disinclined to buy real silverware, and possessed of a tendency to have to spend a lot of time cleaning up their house, patching their clothes, and wiping up the blood, on days after the full moon. The Vaslovs are cultured, in a chin-raising, nostril-pointing manner that can be considered snobbish, cold, avoid restaurants and cooking styles that involve large amounts of garlic, can't walk across running water (of which there is very little in LA. They can drive across it for some reason), never go to church, are very sensitive to sunlight, and harbor a deep-seated fear of sharp wooden objects.
And they absolutely, totally, and completely loathe each other.
( Family Feud )