As the wedding approaches, I’ve gotten so many questions, are you nervous? Are you excited? Do you need help with anything? How is the planning coming? Are you ready to leave the SINGLE life?
Coming into the week of my wedding, I thought I’d share my thoughts.
First of all, I haven’t thought of myself as single for many years. For that reason, I’m not nervous at all. I’ve pledge my love to my future husband many times before—this time it’s just in public.
As a party planner I’m nervous. I’ve had nightmares that I forgot my dress, people didn’t show up and other ridiculous things. I’ve put a lot of my time into this event, for that I’m nervous of the outcome. I want everyone to have a great time!
Am I excited? SO MUCH. I can’t wait to stand up in front of everyone and read the vows I wrote, hear the vows he writes, and have it be a celebration for us. And then there is party with all our loved ones, the drinks, the dancing, the fun. Oh and did I mention the dress. I think I might have to wear it for weeks afterwards, one evening isn’t enough.
So I’m sure if you are one of the two people reading this, you’ll be with us next Saturday. I hope you rejoice in your own happiness and celebrate with us.
Posts to follow about the wedding and honeymoon (Costa Rica, here we come)
Monday, January 12, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Bachelorette party
So last weekend, my girls took me to my old college stomping grounds for my bachelorette party.
It was an awesome time.
There was one point in the night when I realized what a crazy throng of women we were, when the young college boys were practically running away from us. They were giving us MORE than enough space at the bar. I think they were worried the crazy was contagious. It was definitely contagious as it spread through our group. It started with Momma T when she took over the LIST. The infection spread as Kelli paraded around in the veil I refused to wear, quick to claim an engagement. I must have been infected because I shared too much of my anatomy with the crowd at the bar. The last infection resulted in a thieving taxi monster craving fruit salad.
I am proud to call that crazy throng of women my friends—If you don’t have a little crazy in you, you’re probably too boring for me.
Thanks for all the fun ladies, love you all.
It was an awesome time.
There was one point in the night when I realized what a crazy throng of women we were, when the young college boys were practically running away from us. They were giving us MORE than enough space at the bar. I think they were worried the crazy was contagious. It was definitely contagious as it spread through our group. It started with Momma T when she took over the LIST. The infection spread as Kelli paraded around in the veil I refused to wear, quick to claim an engagement. I must have been infected because I shared too much of my anatomy with the crowd at the bar. The last infection resulted in a thieving taxi monster craving fruit salad.
I am proud to call that crazy throng of women my friends—If you don’t have a little crazy in you, you’re probably too boring for me.
Thanks for all the fun ladies, love you all.
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