Thursday, September 27, 2007
Hallelujah: We have a date!
Because we're obviously not in a rush here, Friday, October 17th, 2008 it is. Two days before I hit 30. I was amazed at how much better I felt once it was declared. I know there's tons to be done, but now I have a goal to word toward. Yay!
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Man, I've already become a cliche by quickly abandoning this thing. I had all the best intentions...I promise. But multiple trips, work, general indecision, and a food poisoned, five hour flight from (hell) Portland to Birmingham happened (salmon over greens from room service at the airport Embassy Suites).
Anyway, where we now stand is back where we started: dear old Birmingham. That's right. Don't kill me! My freshly-retired mother has poured her energy into an impressive Excel sheet that revealed a nearly $10,000 price difference for the beach. There was also the guilty realization that I would be forcing most guests to shell out a few hundred bucks for the privilege of seeing us getting hitched. That ain't right.
So where I am now is about 75% sure of having it at B&A. We went and talked with them and they make everything fairly easy, do a great job, and are most in line with our wacky, picky aesthetic versus other Birmingham places. The next decision (they never end!) is when. The only Saturday before it gets hot is the day before Easter, which is surprisingly not a problem for the Ehrett family pastor. Since that's kind of soon and may be difficult for the out-of-towners and/or those with Catholic guilt, our next option is...a FRIDAY night in late September or early October. This would solve both the football conflict and the time of year issue (and also save $500). Now I've just gotta get moving on that whole decision making thing. We know how well that works.
Dudes. Did I tell you about my horrible--yet thankfully brief--dress shopping experience? Meg and I went to a sample sale at a certain fancy pants bridal shop on the outskirts of town. I could fit in some of the samples except when it got to my chest, of course. I made one sarcastic, self-deprecating comment when we first started looking with the saleslady to acknowledge that yes, I can give Dolly a run for her money in the jugs department. Apparently this was license for her to continually comment on them and then give up and declare that they don't have anything that will fit me and I'll need to have a dress specially made. That was a total "I sunk your battleship!" to my self esteem, so we went and had drinks in the middle of the day and I tried not to cry. We'll talk more about dresses down the road, that's enough for now.
[Pretend that I was able to find a picture of Carrie trying on her wedding dress and getting that rash, posted it here, and did not just spend a good 30 min looking for it.]
Retail therapy continues in the form of my new ipod Nano which is red, scheduled to arrive tomorrow, and will be called Little Fatty. Happy engagement/early birthday to me!
Anyway, where we now stand is back where we started: dear old Birmingham. That's right. Don't kill me! My freshly-retired mother has poured her energy into an impressive Excel sheet that revealed a nearly $10,000 price difference for the beach. There was also the guilty realization that I would be forcing most guests to shell out a few hundred bucks for the privilege of seeing us getting hitched. That ain't right.
So where I am now is about 75% sure of having it at B&A. We went and talked with them and they make everything fairly easy, do a great job, and are most in line with our wacky, picky aesthetic versus other Birmingham places. The next decision (they never end!) is when. The only Saturday before it gets hot is the day before Easter, which is surprisingly not a problem for the Ehrett family pastor. Since that's kind of soon and may be difficult for the out-of-towners and/or those with Catholic guilt, our next option is...a FRIDAY night in late September or early October. This would solve both the football conflict and the time of year issue (and also save $500). Now I've just gotta get moving on that whole decision making thing. We know how well that works.
Dudes. Did I tell you about my horrible--yet thankfully brief--dress shopping experience? Meg and I went to a sample sale at a certain fancy pants bridal shop on the outskirts of town. I could fit in some of the samples except when it got to my chest, of course. I made one sarcastic, self-deprecating comment when we first started looking with the saleslady to acknowledge that yes, I can give Dolly a run for her money in the jugs department. Apparently this was license for her to continually comment on them and then give up and declare that they don't have anything that will fit me and I'll need to have a dress specially made. That was a total "I sunk your battleship!" to my self esteem, so we went and had drinks in the middle of the day and I tried not to cry. We'll talk more about dresses down the road, that's enough for now.
[Pretend that I was able to find a picture of Carrie trying on her wedding dress and getting that rash, posted it here, and did not just spend a good 30 min looking for it.]
Retail therapy continues in the form of my new ipod Nano which is red, scheduled to arrive tomorrow, and will be called Little Fatty. Happy engagement/early birthday to me!
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