"Wanted" and I don't mean myself
Posted
Monday, June 30, 2008 9:49 AM
Wanted": one sense of security and sanity in this crazy nine months of wedding planning. I just want to reflect on the haze that has been my weekend - insecurity and all.
Friday, I went to David's Bridal ready to do battle - when I got there, serene and calm was the atmosphere. I asked to see my dress. Beautiful and pressed with its single button bustle and all. In fact, the nice woman who took my measurements came and ensured the dress was perfect and she put back into its packaging. I was scared straight by another's Knottie's experience - no such luck in finding medicority in my experience with the seamstresses - only the sales staff.
I returned home with my dress when my parents called - nothing strikes fear into me more than that right now. Fortunately, the gods were smiling because the rents were happy and willing to pay for programs contigent on the fact that they were printed on fans-huh? Whatever, bring the old lady style on!
Later on that night, I went to dinner with friends to celebrate my 26th birthday at the Union Street Public House in Olde Town Alexandria. So nice and good drinks - my FI was happy with the large rum and cokes and bar scene was pretty hip. Dinner was nice, girls on one side, guys on another. Our discussion took a fruitful turn toward sex - funny. A few years ago (college - so five years ago), I played DIRTY SANTA with my sorority sisters and their dates at a friends Dirty X-Mas party (that should say something). Me, being the every faithful virgin, decided to bargain for the Karma Sutra. After 2 hours, I walked away with my prize - 300 plus pages of pictures, positions and "guidance" on the art of love. So cut to five years later, moving in my FI and my book was lying on the bed (I swear it was prize, I have NEVER USED IT) and my friends were touring new place. My friends walked in the bedroom and stopped and stared straight at the bed where the book was. Needless to say, my afternoon nap took on new meaning. So my friend was teasing me about napping - Oh, Kristen, you LOVE TO NAP. My FI, coworker, and her friend stop their conversations and join in saying how much they love to nap - not understanding my friend's meaning. When explained, we coined a new meaning for the popular sleep break.
After the dinner, we walked back toward the car when my friend quickly said she wanted to go....HUH? I'm not sure if she was uncomfortable with my FI's outward and frequent shows of affection which I believe to be the case. Either way, the FI had to be subtly and quietly informed to tone it down while we had coffee and desert up King Street. We parted ways and headed home.
Saturday, I had to bust a nut (C&C music factory style) and go my old FFX apartment to gather a few bins, some small boxes, and to have my jewelry cleaned. I got to the mall and the girl literally took one look at my FI's ring and said "It's okay" - yeah, she can't do anything if it hasn't been worn but I still had to bring all the set in for the warrranty to be in place - WASTE OF GAS. I headed home, took a nap (literally - don't laugh), and set out to find my new storage unit. Very nice and we got deal - we don't pay rent for 2 months!!! We hit the grocery store and then went to an apartment mixer that our leasing company threw for the residents. I got to meet my neighbors - very nice. Later, I went to Mass, where I found out that the source of my stress may increase or decrease due in part to community deciding that the responsibility is not what he wanted - I'm proud that he realized that he couldn't do it but at the same time he did state he could do it two weeks ago - better now than a year from now. While heading to Mass, I get an email from my dad stating
"Kristen....I tried to tell you that where you are having your wedding is too far for my family. They wont even drive to Opelika yet along to Washington DC....Its too far for them to travel.....Hell anywhere outside of Alabama is too for them to drive or fly.....I have told all my relatives about your wedding plans and none has agreed to come or consider coming...dad"
Which upset me but at the same time validated my reason to have a wedding on MY TERMS. Why should I make something available to people who don't really care? My FI told me that if we did have the wedding in his hometown, the same thing would happen. Which is so funny, my family expects so much (or at least my parents do) in order to support them but when its time for me to shine - where is everyone? Funerals, family reunions, so and so needs money or my case needs my furniture - nothing reciprocated. When people ask who is going to be at my wedding, I tell them, the people who need to be there will be there. Nuff said. I ignored the comment by going to a pub (yeah I know after Mass) and indulged in some drinks (one for me) with the FI then home to watch National Treasure 2.
Sunday, I got my hair done!!!
Nice huh? The stylist couldn't do either Mariska or Rihanna (earlier post) but a combo with my hair in the back held up then with the veil place above the bun. After the ceremony and before the reception, the veil comes off, the hair comes down, and I keep the tiara on! So I really get to be a princess (I can't believe that I just said that!). Later on, we went to see "Wanted" talk about empowerment!!!
On a slightly negative and bummed note: this morning, I headed to work only to find out that my roommate is seriously vacating in a week so I have to step up my game and get my stuff. I have to postpone my NYC trip to move the rest of my crap out of my old apartment but knowing my old apartment company, they would toss it out and then let their leasing agents rummage throught it so yeah my priorities have taken precedence over fun.
Right now, I'm on kick - I may just harrass my florist and tell her that we may want fake flowers at the reception because no balance has been give so I'm at a loss right now.