Wednesday, April 16, 2008

wedding talk wednesday

I haven't really had any more nightmares about the wedding.  I did have a dream about wedding stuff last night, but I woke up and could only remember a few minor details mostly dealing with banging Nick.  So yeah, no nightmare.

Anyway, we've got appointments scheduled with a wedding planner at The Place that I want to have The Wedding and also with the reception/catering person at The Place that I want to have The Reception.  It feels really real now.  Like before I was just some tool going, "my boooooooooyfriend and I are going to get maaaaaarried..." and I would look at bridesmaids dresses thinking, "I should tell them to buy these dresses RIGHTHISSECONDOMG because they won't be around (or in style) when I get married!" but now I am like, "Okay, the last thing I want to do is look at bridesmaids dresses and can't you guys just use your best judgement but don't get anything that showcases your back-fat and make sure you don't get a halter because I want everyone to wear the same necklaces and don't get a strapless because MY DRESS is going to be strapless and make sure the length isn't short or long and also it has to be the same kind of fabric as my dress okay now I'm going to go lay down and eat cookies." 

I totally want to think about everything but I totally want to think about nothing AT THE SAME TIME but it cannot be done.

I got a wedding planning book (do not give me any grief because it was $0.36 + shipping from Amazon.com and it is worth at least twice that much) that has a handy checklist that goes from 18 months away to 1 day away.  I am very afraid that I will forget to do the stuff that's one week away.  Like, forget to tell the caterer that we have 98 instead of 100 people coming and then we get over charged at the pasta station. 

I also forced Nick to talk about where we're going to go on our honeymoon last night.  So far, we have ruled out Vietnam and Vatican City.

Clearly, we are way on top of our game.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

send beers (or money, actually, yeah, send money)

I'm about to go give my mechanic more money than I'd like to give him.

And by "more money than I'd like to" I mean "an effing crap-ton".

Ugh.

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Someone at my work is getting married to a woman that he met on Match.com (I know this because he also tried to date a friend of mine who had a profile on Match.com and she thought it was a joke and then when she called him out on it, he said he already had a girlfriend so she could forget about it anyway).

But the guy is one of the tools that titled his Match profile "<insert clever title here>". 

Does anyone think that's actually funny?

Oh, yeah, I guess his future wife fell for it.

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