Thursday, February 14, 2008

Sorry for the delay. I always have good intentions...promise! I am sitting solo in the Orlando airport post-work conference. A 2.5 hour delay on Valentine's Day is not fun, but a little sweet talk and a sly smile later, and I've been bumped to first class. Sweet. I am flying to Memphis (instead of B'ham) to meet Russ for the weekend. He has a gig there, and we're going to Elvis and rib it up in his down time.

I wrote the following almost a month ago but didn't finish and post. I am a traveling machine over the next few months, but it will hopefully provide the Delta and Hilton points to rock the honeymoon. Here is my latest dress drama (not really even that dramatic, but alliteration is my friend):


After two short trips out of town to quaint country dress shops (Jasper and Hartselle [Hart-sul, if you're nasty]), I came across this dress that consistently stayed my favorite on two separate occasions. This is hard to do, folks. The one pictured is "champagne," (was more yellow-y in person) but mine will be "ivory." You can't really tell the detail from the picture. My mom also swears it was more flattering in person, but that's the kind of thing cool moms are supposed to say. Anyway, I really love it. It's a little on the different side. Not the awesome, fun, vintage-y different I initially thought I would settle on, but the different that hopefully means every other bride won't be wearing it.

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Two more cruel facts about dress shopping:

1) Wedding dresses are two sizes up from your normal clothes. Thanks, wedding mafia.

2) If you are 29 and in the non-"urban" part of Alabama, you will lap 98% of other brides in the store on the age race by a good 7-10 years.


Today [ed note: ok, a month ago] was the tasting at our wedding/reception site. It ruled way more than I thought it would, though it effectively used all of my WW points for the next year. The only gross thing: A station entitled "Utterly Delicious." It was a metal cage with pastry bags full of flavored cream cheeses hanging from chains. Folks, you don't taint cheese with visions of S&M. Utterly Delicious will not be invited to our wedding.