Wedding Ready

Saturday was officially the two-week mark, starting the super countdown to Wedding Day 2005. Very exciting. So far we haven’t had any major meltdowns or stress-outs. We’ve been busy, yes, but not crazy. We’d make a very boring reality show I think. The weekend was spent running around and buying more things. We have bought SO MUCH stuff for wedding-related activities and products. At the beginning of all this we got an airlines miles credit card to use so at least we’d be earning miles on our spending, but really it’s quite nuts. I’m sorta looking forward to not having to shop anymore after this.

In between the shopping we squeezed in some hair appointments to get trimmed up. I made J go to my fashion hair place because I didn’t trust myself with the clippers for something big like this. Unfortunately J doesn’t enjoy strangers massaging his scalp or giving him a shampoo, both of which he was submitted to; and boy if looks could kill…I just read my magazine and smiled at him and pretended I couldn’t tell that he was in a personal hell with the scented scalp oil. Lalala. His hair is very fashion.

Remember the long and tiresome project the invitations were? I thought we were pretty much done with all the art, but I’d forgotten about our little favor tins, which we designed labels for. They turned out super fantastic, but took almost ALL DAY. If you want the boring details, they involve us needing to special order 2-inch round labels, which aren’t a standard size and for which Word doesn’t have a template. The ordeal also involves J’s computer being a little bitch and doing things like printing out labels perfectly on a draft setting, then moving everything a half inch down on a normal setting. See? FUN.

Last week Kelly took me to Macy’s and we got a bag load of makeup, as she will be my personal makeup person for the wedding. This was pretty fun and I had to get a makeover so the lady could properly demonstrate the different powders and blushes and sell them to us. I don’t really wear much makeup generally—just a little eye shadow and mascara, some lipstick—so seeing myself in full makeuped face was a little hard to get used to. Kelly and the saleslady assured me it wasn’t much makeup at all and perfect for an evening wedding. They then had a discussion where I disappeared and they talked in hushed tones about how they couldn’t IMAGINE what it would be like to not wear makeup and then have someone show them the light and how it must feel like wearing a mask or something. I felt a little like Podunk Polly who’s never heard of moisturizer or worn low-rise pants.

I'm feeling a bit on the sick side. Nothing awful, just a sore throat and that rundown feeling. I'm vitamin C loading and pretending it doesn't exist. Sick? Wha...who?

My co-worker gave me this flyer after she mentioned that her gym has a bridal fitness package. I guess I understand wanting to get in shape before your wedding, but this just strikes me as ridiculous for some reason. Maybe it’s just that it seems anyone at all can make money off a marriage as long as it’s packaged right.

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