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threeplusfire) wrote2003-09-22 11:12 pm
threeplusfire) wrote2003-09-22 11:12 pm
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Drinking cherry Mountain Dew mixed with Pepsi is the closest thing I can get to cherry cola at work. The mixture requires a little more Pepsi than Mountain Dew to get the taste right. In my defense, it is not as weird as Alfonso mixing powerade, lemonade and a bit of Coke, micorwaving it for a minute and a half, and pronouncing it tea. Though, it did smell like tea...
We're having lunch on Wednesday at Chinatown with my father. Keep hoping it is all a good sign. Now that the car stuff is out of the way, I can start concentrating on other errands for the week, like clearing closet space and actually hanging my clothes up. I have forgotten what it is like to not have to live out of a suitcase. I'm discovering clothes I completely forgot about, like this green tshirt and the white sparkly one I bought last summer, and this comfortable blue bra. It's novel. Who knew I owned so many clothes? I need to pack the rest of my books and decide what to do about the table. Seriously tempted to sell it, as I hardly ever use it anyhow. Perhaps someone I know needs a dining table and chairs.
The bookcase I'll keep, and put in the living room. Once we pick up the desk, I need to decide if I want to put it in the living room or the bedroom. One day we might even acquire a dresser, though for the moment a pair of laundry baskets and some sturdy boxes serve.
My grandmothers have both asked what we want for the wedding, and I have no idea what to tell them. We should just go out and register I suppose. Maybe have more than two plates. The whole business makes me shrug or throw my hands up in the air, depending on the mood.
The second tiara has been won, and will hopefully ship very soon. Why is everything coming from Hong Kong? That's so bloody far away. Not to mention the last auction was done in pounds sterling and I had to convert everything over at this mornings exchange rate before I could pay. I worry they might try to screw me over on it. All I want is the tiara damn it.
I attempt to save money but the wedding and real life eats away at it. Thank my lucky stars my grandmother is sending me a check to cover a few things, because I certainly couldn't be doing this without her. All that seems to remain for me to find funding for is the veil, the alterations and the other half of the rental fee. It scares me to spend this much money. Scares the hell out of me to try and coordinate all these people as well, because of my control freak tendencies. I'm not Bridezilla yet, but oh how much do I want to issue imperatives and demand everyone do as I say when I say. I'm terrified of people I barely know or don't know at all showing up with their entire families in tow, or with dates. There's a finite amount of space, practically no parking and I'll have a fit. I worry about this more than I worry about my parents arguing, stage fright about having to walk in a blindingly white dress in front of lots of people, or most other wedding woes.
This is the pause where he would tell me to breathe, that it will work out, it's going to be fine. Control button, control alt delete restart breathe. Repeat as needed. Have a drink.
Across the office I can hear Alan laughing.
We're having lunch on Wednesday at Chinatown with my father. Keep hoping it is all a good sign. Now that the car stuff is out of the way, I can start concentrating on other errands for the week, like clearing closet space and actually hanging my clothes up. I have forgotten what it is like to not have to live out of a suitcase. I'm discovering clothes I completely forgot about, like this green tshirt and the white sparkly one I bought last summer, and this comfortable blue bra. It's novel. Who knew I owned so many clothes? I need to pack the rest of my books and decide what to do about the table. Seriously tempted to sell it, as I hardly ever use it anyhow. Perhaps someone I know needs a dining table and chairs.
The bookcase I'll keep, and put in the living room. Once we pick up the desk, I need to decide if I want to put it in the living room or the bedroom. One day we might even acquire a dresser, though for the moment a pair of laundry baskets and some sturdy boxes serve.
My grandmothers have both asked what we want for the wedding, and I have no idea what to tell them. We should just go out and register I suppose. Maybe have more than two plates. The whole business makes me shrug or throw my hands up in the air, depending on the mood.
The second tiara has been won, and will hopefully ship very soon. Why is everything coming from Hong Kong? That's so bloody far away. Not to mention the last auction was done in pounds sterling and I had to convert everything over at this mornings exchange rate before I could pay. I worry they might try to screw me over on it. All I want is the tiara damn it.
I attempt to save money but the wedding and real life eats away at it. Thank my lucky stars my grandmother is sending me a check to cover a few things, because I certainly couldn't be doing this without her. All that seems to remain for me to find funding for is the veil, the alterations and the other half of the rental fee. It scares me to spend this much money. Scares the hell out of me to try and coordinate all these people as well, because of my control freak tendencies. I'm not Bridezilla yet, but oh how much do I want to issue imperatives and demand everyone do as I say when I say. I'm terrified of people I barely know or don't know at all showing up with their entire families in tow, or with dates. There's a finite amount of space, practically no parking and I'll have a fit. I worry about this more than I worry about my parents arguing, stage fright about having to walk in a blindingly white dress in front of lots of people, or most other wedding woes.
This is the pause where he would tell me to breathe, that it will work out, it's going to be fine. Control button, control alt delete restart breathe. Repeat as needed. Have a drink.
Across the office I can hear Alan laughing.
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Also -- sorry I've been so AWOL -- my head has been explody -- headache for two days... I call you tomorrow, yeah?
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Tape head back together, take two chocolates and call me tomorrow.
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The only real problem with registering is that we have to find something they have in the small town where his family lives, as most of them fear the internet.
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i second william-sonoma, but just because it's so *fun.* we actually got a few items off there...which surprised me. more people seemed to like "target" or the local gift store we registered at. you'd be surprised at the small town shopping selection at times...do they have a gift store? sometimes those places do the whole fine china, flatware , serveware bit-- and people love to patronize the local establishment. i got beautiful emile henry "stuff" (bowls, au gratin dish, pie plate) some nifty mariposa brillante (aluminum platters that are hand cast -- funfun shapes, hold a chill and can be heated to 300 degrees...i got an oval mushroom dish, a radish dish,a dragonfly sectional platter, and a shell), and some other random striped bowls/canister that were very nice. oh yes and the random cheese tray/cleaver, salad tongs and ice scoop. my parents don't live in the most elegant town on earth, but this store was very nice and my parents friends were really glad we registered there.
the town also had target-- and we thought that registering there would allow our poor school friends some good options :)
my gramma's just gave money, as did dan's parents. my mother went for china, because she knew that's what *i* most wanted. oh yes, and my parents hosted the wedding. we were really lucky.
but definitely register-- it's sorta fun :)
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Thanks for the advice. I think we'll go register lots of places now, just for the hell of it.
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"I am just a relative of the groom from a small town. Your world frightens and confuses me!"
Anyway, we did all right in the Le Creuset department, but the real prizes were the KitchenAid professional mixer and the everyday dishes. (We inherited the good china from my mother.) Weddings are a real racket.
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It will all work out
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Can we go home yet?
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Ps : I can always custom DJ via WABOS for you :)
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Good luck on lunch with your father. If you think happy thoughts, good things will happen?
Oh, and would you be more prone to wear a bracelet or ankelet?
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You know, bracelets make me itchy because I have this weird phobia about my wrists and all those veins there. It's why I never wear my watch. So anklet probably. That is, if I could ever find one to go around my thick ankles. :P
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