Grad.

I have to say, I'm glad everything is finally over. I know that this goes against all tradition and the general concensus, but I wasn't excited for grad. I don't see graduating as a big achievement for myself, so I couldn't be bothered to make myself get excited. But even so, the night was fairly good. Well, aside from the fact that I couldn't breathe, I/other people kept stepping on my skirts, and the sitting for hours on end in hot polyester gowns. Sitting up perfectly straight, I might add, due to the fact my dress/undergarments wouldn't let me slouch.

Getting photos were hectic, but a neccessary evil. If those who took photos could email me along copies of some, I would appreciate it as I didn't have a camera, and I don't think my parents got many of all of us. The dinner was really good. Most of the speeches were excellent (yay Al^2 and Clare!) and everyone looked beautiful.

Mark and I left quite soon after the ceremonies broke up. We parked under the library so we needed to use the pedway, but we ended up being locked out of the citadel. So we took a walk down the street hoping we would randomly run into the entrance for the parkade. I then had a brainwave that maybe we should just look for the library because there would be an entrance to get in. And there was. Woo, go Mare. We then "took the scenic route" to the Road King in the Park. But between the two of us, we got our mad navigational skills under control and made it fairly on time.

Road King was quite interesting. A completely tanked guy named Randy invited himself to our tables (there was about 15 of us) and, oh boy, that was interesting. Ya, he smelled like he had been in the bar for about 2 days. Long story short: he was a creeper, he thought Mark and I just got married and we were having a reception (Ian was the groomsman and his date, Kim, was my maid of honor), he likes to smoke dope, he kept hitting on Kim and calling her Crystal, and it sounded like he wanted to cut Braden's (Dave's bro) head off and put it in his toolbox in his truck becuase he like Braden's hair so much. Yikes.

We all then went to Ian's for a bon-fire (minus Randy and his friend Helmet) which was good. We eventually got home about 4am. And then Mark woke me up at 8 this morning for the hell of it and went back to bed. So I got up and talked to his mum. Five minutes later Mark comes back down because we might be talking about him. Gasp! So we got a fair amount of sleep.

You know, as Mark and I were walking down the streets of Edmonton last night, I started thinking about grad and going over anything in my head. I came to the conclusion that grad really didn't feel special to me. Yes we were dressed up, and this was supposedly a big step in our lives, but it didn't feel that way. I don't know why, it just didn't. But you know what, it really didn't bother me at all. I could have done without all of the grad ceremonies and all, but it was really nice to be able to spend the night with Mark. Don't get me wrong, I would have loved to spend grad night with you guys, but it was really great to get to spend all that time with Mark. And after all that noise, it was just nice to get to drive back to the Park in the relative quiet of the truck. I really don't know how to explain it. Grad really didn't feel special or momentous, but all of the after stuff just felt right. Like how it was supposed to be. I dunno. Does that make sense to you?