babble

I came home yesterday afternoon with that tell-tale scratchy throat and a feeling like I may be getting a cold. I really don't want to get a cold - summer colds are really the worst. So I decided to go to bed early. I woke up not yet sick but still feeling like I might be getting sick. I hope I can battle it - vitamin C, garlic, zinc...

This detox diet thing was supposed to make me feel better, but instead I feel somewhat worse - first the migraine then the cold. So I'm not doing it anymore. One positive thing that came out of it was that I am more aware of what's in what I eat; in particular, the amount of sugar in so many things.

I went to buy a dress I could wear with tights and/or boots for my cousin's wedding next weekend in order to cover my tattoos and not cause a family scandal. It's not so much that I care what my family thinks about me or my tattoos, but it would be rude to make a scene at someone else's wedding. If anyone is allowed to make a scene, it's my cousin. And he is not unlikely to do so, actually.

My dad isn't even going - so clearly expectations for our fork of the family are alreadly lowered. He's going on a backpacking trip instead with his mountain club buddies. My stepmother and stepsister, on the other hand, are coming for the wedding (which is at a country club in Maine). That seems kind of strange to me, but oh well, whatever.

Conversation with dad before:
Me:"Should I hide my tattoos for [cousin]'s wedding?
Him:"How many tattoos do you have?!"
Me:"uhmmmmmmm. Some." (he hasn't seen the two new bigger ones)
Him: (basically tells me that it would scandalize the family, but do whatever I want)
Me: (something to the effect of: you're not even bothering to go, so you have little say in the matter anyway. [This is all done in a quite friendly and not arguing manner])
Him:"Well, if it's something you really believe in, then don't cover it up. Though I can't understand how it could be something you really believe in"
Me: "Well, considering how much it hurts, I think I must really believe in it in order to go through that."
Him: "hmmmmm (vaguely perplexed). I guess that's true"
Me: "But I want to be polite, so I'll cover them up."

End of sort of dull story.