This morning, I walked over to my grandma’s to find the garage door broken (presumably from me using yesterday) and so I couldn’t bike to Amy’s as I had hoped. Fiddlesticks. I opted to take the bus down (like most normal mortals, I guess) and got yelled at by a bus driver for getting on the bus. Apparently, people wishing to get off the bus who don’t look like they are going to get off the bus should be treated as if they were getting off the bus even if you had no idea they had any intention whatsoever of getting off the bus. Hey bus driver lady, maybe you should worry more about impeding traffic by driving at your 10 km/h instead of worrying so loudly and unnecessarily about me being discourteous to people I can’t even see. Stellar, really. I was absolutely displeased with that incident on the bus. It’s one thing to admonish someone for being careless, but quite another to berate a stranger about an honest, unpreventable mistake. Oh man, I’m getting angry just thinking about it. When I got off the bus, I thought body-languaging her up, but instead just gave her a dirty look as I proceeded with J-walking. Anyway, liquid nuts to her.
In any case, the original plans for today included making a corsage and a boutonnière for Amy and I out of beads, floral tape, and wiring. When I got there, her father and sister had already left for work and school so only she and her mom were home.
Within minutes of starting a petal for the rose, we realized that it’d be a ridiculous amount of work just for one rose, nevermind the multiple ones we’d need. The beads, it seems, were too small to work for the guide I had found online. We did persist that it’d be not so bad once we got the hang of it but that only lasted until we saw the first two petals (a flower petal by myself and a leaf petal by Amy). Scrunched up petals don’t look nice, and definitely weren’t efficient. Oh no! And prom is in a few days–what to do?
Well, long story short, we went through a few other options (including making the flowers from beads sewn onto fabric, or using dyed coffee filters for the petals) before we settled on making them from tissue paper (the kind used for crafts or stuffing gift bags, not the kind you use for your face). We got working on them, using a wooden skewer for the stem and wrapping nearly everything in floral tape. For lunch, Amy’s mother went to grab us some KFC while we hit up the Flower Shoppe (Victoria Park and Finch) to see how much our last-ditch, failsafe plan of buying two red roses, one for each of us, on the day of prom would cost. After a brief grocery shopping at T&T, we went back to Amy’s place to start a movie and finish the roses (we made three, one long-stemmed and two short).
In a way, today was a meet the family for myself. I had already met Amy’s father (sort of) when he drove us back from Anime North, but I had yet to meet her mother (who was scarier in my imagination than in person) or her sister (who was sillier and shyer). Even though I thought I would have reason to be somewhat nervous, it wasn’t all that bad since her mother was kind, although sometimes unsettlingly quiet with me (I’d expected more questions about myself). As for Amy’s sister, well she was mega-quiet and even took to whispering to Amy. Yes, I have that effect on girls. Even girls way younger than myself and thusly out of my league. *winks and drops dead by popular demand*