chestnutcurls (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
chestnutcurls) wrote2004-11-19 10:12 am
chestnutcurls) wrote2004-11-19 10:12 am
Entry tags:
Hellos and goodbyes.
Last night's dinner was so much fun. The food was delicious, although my pie didn't turn out as well as I'd hoped. Two friends shared some (different) awesome news with me, and I'm so excited for them. Watch this space for future updates. :) The evening ended with a bunch of us singing around the piano while Luke played. By request, he even attempted to play "Summer of '69," but it doesn't work on a piano. It was hilarious. God has blessed me with such precious, amazing friends. It was kind of a bittersweet time, though...some people at this group have indicated that Evan and I are "graduating" from it, since it's supposed to be for singles. I look forward to meeting other couples and stuff, but I don't want to leave my friends. Evan says we can keep going anyway. I told Myla, "I'm sad, I won't see these people again before I'm married." She answered, "Hey...you're not dying!" I needed that. :) On some level I feel like getting married marks the end of my current life, but things really won't change that much, I don't think.
The only thing that marred the dinner was my struggle with the girl who demanded to be my bridesmaid. She spent most of the evening trying to finagle an invitation to my bachelorette party. That is, when she wasn't rapid-firing questions at me, making it hard to have a conversation with anyone else. The following exchange will explain a few things. :P Keep in mind, the reason she was offended at not being in my wedding was that she felt we were "so close."
Alli: Who's going to take care of Gandalf while you guys are gone?
Non-Bridesmaid: Who?
Me: Gandalf. My cat?
Non-Bridesmaid: You have a cat?
*Alli and I exchange incredulous looks*
Me: Um, yeah, I've had him for two years.
Non-Bridesmaid: Oh! I didn't know. Hey, you know what would be funny? You could have Bun as your ring bearer or something.
Me: Bun died. [In April!!!]
Non-Bridesmaid: Oh.
In addition, I've been warned by another former-RUF married couple that she will try to get into every wedding picture and that I need to warn the photographer about her. I hate to have my photographer think I'm a mean person, but I'm going to send him an email today telling him to watch out for her. How can you get to be 27 years old and still have zero tact or consideration for others? Sheesh.
Tonight is my bachelorette party. I didn't want the standard Beale Street party that's been done to death, so my mom and my sister have put together a creative evening. We're going to go to Paint-a-Piece, one of those ceramics places (I suggested that), and, well, paint pieces. Then we're having dinner at Benihana, and after that, doing some karaoke since they have it there. Then we will go back to the house and watch a chick flick while we put the wedding programs together. Also, my mom is coming with us and I'm glad. I think this sounds like a really fun evening and have been looking forward to it for weeks. I mean, I've never been a pick-up-guys-in-bars kind of person, so why start now? I'm sure a lot of girls will think I'm a dork or a freak for doing things this way, but oh well. I'm going to have fun.
My mom really knows how to come through in a crisis. I couldn't have done all this without her. Ever since I had a breakdown at their house about the planning, she's completely taken charge. She's already finished things that just occurred to me yesterday. I feel guilty that she's doing so much, but when I said so, she just said "You have enough to worry about." It's nice to be given permission to let other people handle things for a change.
Sorry this is so long. I just have a lot to say. I may post more later.
The only thing that marred the dinner was my struggle with the girl who demanded to be my bridesmaid. She spent most of the evening trying to finagle an invitation to my bachelorette party. That is, when she wasn't rapid-firing questions at me, making it hard to have a conversation with anyone else. The following exchange will explain a few things. :P Keep in mind, the reason she was offended at not being in my wedding was that she felt we were "so close."
Alli: Who's going to take care of Gandalf while you guys are gone?
Non-Bridesmaid: Who?
Me: Gandalf. My cat?
Non-Bridesmaid: You have a cat?
*Alli and I exchange incredulous looks*
Me: Um, yeah, I've had him for two years.
Non-Bridesmaid: Oh! I didn't know. Hey, you know what would be funny? You could have Bun as your ring bearer or something.
Me: Bun died. [In April!!!]
Non-Bridesmaid: Oh.
In addition, I've been warned by another former-RUF married couple that she will try to get into every wedding picture and that I need to warn the photographer about her. I hate to have my photographer think I'm a mean person, but I'm going to send him an email today telling him to watch out for her. How can you get to be 27 years old and still have zero tact or consideration for others? Sheesh.
Tonight is my bachelorette party. I didn't want the standard Beale Street party that's been done to death, so my mom and my sister have put together a creative evening. We're going to go to Paint-a-Piece, one of those ceramics places (I suggested that), and, well, paint pieces. Then we're having dinner at Benihana, and after that, doing some karaoke since they have it there. Then we will go back to the house and watch a chick flick while we put the wedding programs together. Also, my mom is coming with us and I'm glad. I think this sounds like a really fun evening and have been looking forward to it for weeks. I mean, I've never been a pick-up-guys-in-bars kind of person, so why start now? I'm sure a lot of girls will think I'm a dork or a freak for doing things this way, but oh well. I'm going to have fun.
My mom really knows how to come through in a crisis. I couldn't have done all this without her. Ever since I had a breakdown at their house about the planning, she's completely taken charge. She's already finished things that just occurred to me yesterday. I feel guilty that she's doing so much, but when I said so, she just said "You have enough to worry about." It's nice to be given permission to let other people handle things for a change.
Sorry this is so long. I just have a lot to say. I may post more later.