Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Anonymous international call

Today at the most inopportune time (trying to find parking in a busy street downtown), I got three phone calls in a row.  Well no, two phone calls and one text.  But they all sounded the same: buzz, buzz, buzz in my purse.

After finally parking (and subsequently being frazzled because I can't park worth crap and thus had to go over a curb to fit in the space), I checked who had hit me up.  One was some random number from Washington state.  I get telemarketers trying to call me all the time (that Do Not Call list is absolute crap) so I figured that's who that was.  Second number was an international one.  So it can be a number of people... well, two categories of people: my relatives or Groom's relatives.

Either way, I am glad I didn't pick up.  There's nothing more awkward than talking to older relatives in a language you're not used to speaking, acting like you care and are jovial when you obviously aren't.  They didn't leave a message, which is strange, but also good.  No message, no need to call back.

I haven't heard from my parents recently, which means they're either cursing me as a bad, ungrateful daughter or they just don't care.  Both equally lovely prospects.  I need to call them and see what the latest drama update is with respect to the wedding planning.

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