My wedding dress finally came in. It's perfect. I'm perfect in it. I'm the fairest of them all. Call me a narcissist if you want, but isn't that how you're supposed to feel in your wedding dress? I bought new wedding shoes last week (the last ones I had just weren't doing it for me anymore) and they were the perfect color, fit, and style for the dress. It seems like everything for this wedding is falling into place perfectly and now I'm more excited than anything else. My stress has all but vanished... and no, I'm not drinking. Now I just get to wait for the huge disaster to strike because come on, everyone has some sort of wedding disaster. I should know, I've worked at and been in many. Cake's falling, bride's bitching, dresses ripping, grooms ditching.....this could be a song, granted, not a very uplifting one, but still.
On a very unrelated note, Jonathan bought me Tony Hawk's Project 8 for xbox 360 and now I can't get him to stop playing it. What's a girl to do? It is a totally awesome game-you get to do flips, skate all over the city, and (my favorite part) ram into other skaters at full speed to steal their "stokens". Dude!! Gnarly!! I only know all of this from watching Jonathan play, I can't seem to rip the control out of his hand. I guess I'll have to try and find some sort of pink princess game that he'll feel too embarrassed to play. Eh, who am I kidding? He'd probably play that too.
Friend's quote:
NORA BING: As I recall, when we got married, I saw the groom in the wedding dress.
CHARLES BING: But that was after the wedding. It's not bad luck then.
NORA BING: Honey, it isn't good luck.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
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