I went to Orlando this past weekend to see Megan and do wedding planning stuff. I didn't buy anything, but I really enjoyed myself. I didn't even freak on the plane rides and scored a free rum and coke on the way there. Wee! So the reception party is going to be on the same day as the wedding--on March 21st at seven in the evening. We're getting married that morning. I hope the weather is nice; it would suck if the garden was all mushy and gross. I'll be a married woman in exactly one month and one day. It doesn't really seem like a big deal to me, but I'm excited nonetheless.
So we're also moving. A condo in the galleria area looks promising. And it's the same price as what we're paying for the less-than-glamourous place we have now so yay.
I don't have much to update about. Work is nice, we're finally getting hitched, and we're moving. Other than that, I'm crocheting, finally getting around to watching Queer as Folk, and sketching.
So we're also moving. A condo in the galleria area looks promising. And it's the same price as what we're paying for the less-than-glamourous place we have now so yay.
I don't have much to update about. Work is nice, we're finally getting hitched, and we're moving. Other than that, I'm crocheting, finally getting around to watching Queer as Folk, and sketching.
Knock twice for me, three times for Marcos concerning all drug related matters, and four times to order tickets to the donkey show.
I wonder how it feels to go from living separately to being married and cohabitating. That's a weird thought. A stupid idea, I think.
Do tell me all about your plans.
Well, my dress isn't a 'wedding dress'. I didn't get the one I had in mind in the very beginning. It's actually a swing dancing dress. It's white with red polka dots and a red pettycoat.
I still need a photographer for the ceremony. Bah. At the reception I'm doing the whole "pass-around-the-disposable-camera" thing. And of course, I'll be taking pictures too.
I'm not following any traditional..err..traditions, i.e. giving away the bride...It's a very misogynistic tradition. I guess I'm following a few, I AM getting married.
Like I said, the ceremony is private and I'm not inviting a lot of people. I have a huge ass family and a lot of them are not invited. So hurt feelings will be had.