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Tomorrow is my first full week of work in a month and I can’t say I’m too excited about it.
This weekend we’ve done some Christmas shopping (for our nephew that’s due in a few weeks, and for my mother-in-law), watched some football, and assembled and decorated the Christmas tree while watching The Santa Clause.
Things have been fairly low-key since the return from the honeymoon a week ago. Cold, too. You know what’s not cold? Mexico.
The wedding was everything it was supposed to be; it was everything we had planned it to be. The centerpieces were gorgeous, the cake was beautiful, and the music was fun. But in a few years, no one will remember the centerpieces or the cake or the music. They will remember us, our laughter and our tears. A wedding is more than the sum of its parts. There was crying (not by me), there was laughing (especially when the pastor pronounced us husband and wife and I raised my hands in the air and shouted “Yes!”), and there were memories made.
Everything was fantastic. Everyone got along. Our rehearsal dinner was amazing (Sonny’s catered; we all played Texas Hold ‘Em, which I won; Kelly put up a little studio in my parents’ room and everyone came in and took pictures of themselves) and the after the wedding was even better. We soaked in the jacuzzi tub for a while and drank champagne (actually, Jason drank and I tried not to fall asleep in the water and drown). I have never slept more soundly in my life.
That’s all I can say, really. I had a marvelous time (minus getting sick the day before and being so high on cold medicine the day of the wedding that I could barely remember my own name) and was so happy to be able to share that day with so many people.
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We have been best friends since seventh grade. She was the maid of honor at my wedding (the best maid of honor ever in the history of the term, even though she lived 3,000 miles away and could not throw me a shower). She is one of the prettiest people I know. Her photographs are amazing, her sense of humor hilarious, and her big heartedness one of the things I admire about her the most. She is also single and lives in the Ft. Lauderdale area (just throwing it out there).
Our friendship has never wavered. We have been in one fight. We understand each other. She is one of the easiest people in the world for me to get along with. She knows what she wants and she gets it; she has goals. She is reliable, loyal, and humble.
There isn’t enough I could say about Kelly to do her justice, so I’ll leave it at that. If you don’t know her, you’re missing out.
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I woke up this morning at 5:45. Why did I wake up at 5:45? Part of it was fear of sleeping until noon and not getting anything done today, and another part of the sleeplessness was because I had slept for 8 hours and my body decided it was time to get up.
So I went to get my name changed.
The DMV took all of 5 minutes. I walked in, confirmed some things, signed some things, took a new picture, and that’s it. Then I went to the social security office (after having gone to the wrong building at first) and waited in a room full of old people. The smell was overwhelming. It proceeded without incident.
I’m home now, and my new license and social security card are in the mail. I have folded some laundry, unpacked the suitcases, made a shopping list, and caught up on what happened on the internet while I was gone. Today we have to go get lunch, go to the bank, go grocery shopping, and figure out what to do now that there’s no casino to gamble in, no sushi available for my immediate consumption, and no pool to sit near with new friends.
The wedding, the events leading up to it, and the events afterwards were remarkable. I will remark on them as soon as I have some free time to figure out how to cram two weeks worth of gloriousness into a cohesive post.
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Today has consisted of eating Subway, doing laundry, playing some Sims, and putting off packing. I am the greatest procrastinator alive.
The suitcase is kind of packed.
Mine, anyway.
Jason’s clothes are folded neatly on the bed and he will pack his suitcase when he gets home.
Tonight I got my wedding band, a garter, and The Hour I First Believed by Wally Lamb. I spoke to Kelly & Danielle, my mother, Ashley, and the woman at the jewelry store to make sure my ring was back from getting resized. Right this minute I am putting off vacuuming, folding that last load of laundry, and checking the weather in Florida (currently 62 with clear skies; 30% chance of rain on Saturday. Hurrah).
On to more important things: I’m hungry.
Am debating on whether or not I should take a shower tonight or tomorrow morning before we leave for the airport. At 4 a.m. I kind of like how showers wake me up, but I kind of hate that I have to get up earlier to take them.
I will be in Florida in like 15 hours. Eight of those hours are designated flying/airport time. That leaves us 7 hours. But we have to be at the airport two hours early. 7 hours drops down to five hours. Jason gets off work at nine, and we’ll stay up until we’re done, meaning we’ll get about three hours of sleep. I do not think there will be enough makeup to cover the bags under my eyes.
But I’ll be in Florida, so I probably won’t care too badly.
You know what would be very helpful? If I stopped blogging and started doing all of the things I said I was going to do while Jason was at work.
I do not count today since it is over, and I do not count the day of because I just don’t.
So. Four days.
This weekend was kind of eventful. On Friday I had a bachelorette party where I received many fun gifts, the most fun of all being a blow up doll we named Tom who had no man parts and were thus drawn on with a permanent marker. He is currently residing in my trunk because what the hell am I supposed to do with Tom now? I suspect he will be a regular visitor at our social gatherings. Not at Devin & Tawnya’s, though, because their dog is scared shitless of the plastic man.
Saturday Jason & I went to dinner where I had veal for the first time. It was in a weird sauce and would have been great had my dining companion not told me the ins & outs of raising veal for meat. Would have also been nice had he not gotten the garlic pasta with the garlic sauteed in garlic butter and then proceeded to blow his garlic-laden farts my way. His skin is still oozing garlic essences.
Tonight I went to Victoria’s secret and it was (as per usual) a very uncomfortable experience. Everything was so see-through and short and I realize that hey, those are sex clothes and are SUPPOSED to be see-through and short, but I’m too modest to be shopping in places like that. I ended up finding something at Macy’s. It is not short and only kind of see-through. I contemplated getting a cotton mu mu, but for just this once I decided that my comfort comes second to the apparent necessity of buying something sexy even though we have lived together for a year and a half and nothing is a surprise anymore. Maybe sexy underthings make things more exciting? I’ll give you the lowdown after the break.
Tomorrow I work a half day and then it’s home to clean and do laundry and pack. Then I have to go pick up my wedding ring because it wasn’t sized correctly the first time. Could I get any more last minute? Probably.
I will try to update pictures as the week progresses (if I can figure out how to do that via phone). If not, we’ll talk somewhere around the 24th.
Also, please do not text message me as I do not have unlimited texts. Email is fine and I check it constantly (thank you, technology) but for the love of Pete, please keep the texting to a minimum. My phone bill will thank you.
I’d love to tell you that I’ve started packing, but even the mental version of my suitcase contains only two swimsuits, our wedding rings, and a hair straightener. I’m all for packing light, but that’s a little too light.
My mother has confirmed that the seating chart is done (yes, my mother did it, saving me from prematurely grey hair, God bless her soul) so dear all the people who are thinking about changing your mind and attending the wedding: PLEASE DO NOT DO IT OR YOU’LL GIVE HER A STROKE.
The emotional side of things is kind of settling down. That’s a gigantic lie, but there aren’t any random tiffs anymore. Lots of crying going on, mostly from my side of the table. I cried when Jason canceled our lunch plans to cover for a guy at work. I cried when a vendor called me after repeatedly telling them that I don’t handle that account anymore. It made me want to scream and punch someone in the ear. I don’t mind crying, but there’s something about crying at work that makes me feel very small and outcast. I am an ugly crier: my nose gets red and my makeup runs and you can tell that I have been crying for at least three hours after I stop. Not. Attractive.
Here’s a tip for all of you thinking of getting married via wedding ceremony: ELOPE. You’ll be just as married and you won’t have wasted all of that time worrying about things that don’t matter. You think that they matter, but they don’t. Please don’t misinterpret this to mean that I’m ungrateful for the work that so many people have put into this wedding. I know that it doesn’t matter, and the right kind of centerpieces will not make me more married. I’ve spent a lot of time being go-with-the-flow about it, not caring one way or the other how the bridesmaids wear their hair or what kind of flowers I’ll be holding. Now that we’re down to the wire, there’s nothing else I can think of except that next weekend I will be married. A new last name and everything. Which rhymes with my current last name. That’s a whole post in itself.
