Plans

The weekend turned out...and it turned out SWELL. Almost the complete opposite of last week. Saturday morning I got up early and it was off to meet Melanie (maid of honor) and Lisa (bridesmaid) so that we could drive to my parents house and get together with my mom. Poor mom is freaking the hell out because I haven't done much in terms of wedding planning. The biggest concern right now is setting the place and the date. And you know how men are...I thought I had these things pretty much figured out, until Ron decided to pipe in with HIS opinion. *rolling eyes* So it was imperative that we (the four hens) get together on Saturday to sorta kick things off. The plan for the day was a trip to David's Bridal (a GODSEND of a place) to start looking for a dress and then a sit down lunch, at which we would make lists of what needs to be done first.

The day was a great success. First I registered and then I got to register for Ron to come in and check out the line of tuxes from a company their affiliated with. They made it so Eeeeeeeeeeeasy. I loved almost ALL of the 8 or 9 dresses I tried on. What girl doesn't love standing on a pedestal before a three-way mirror looking at herself in what can only be described as a GLORIOUS dress? I kept turning around and around, standing on my tip-toes, waving my hands around like a retarded fairy. I felt like...like a girl. Like a princess. I know, *gag* I seem to have narrowed it down to six dresses thus far. We made sure to get the item numbers so that I can look the dresses up online and try to decide. And of course we're going to go back. There are the bridesmaids dresses, too. It'll be either just the girls and I, or my mom, too. It was great to have Lisa along because she's been to more weddings, this year alone, than I think I've been to in my lifetime. She knows her shit, especially when it comes to picking out dresses. At lunch we wrote down things like,

#1. PICK THE DAMN DATE AND PLACE!!!
#2. Lists of places and so on and so forth...GO TOGETHER with Ron to check them out!
#3. Design invitations (I want to draw them)
#4. Call here
#5. Call there

You get the idea. I feel much better about the plans. Just take it one step at a time and don't get overwhelmed with all of the bullshit. There is SO MUCH bullshit it's rediculous. I'm like, I don't CARE...I just want a simple wedding with the basics.

After my parents house I went home to take a nap. Melanie went home to finish getting ready for the BBQ we were having that night. Our first "couples evening". Melanie and Ivan, Tyra and Tony and Ron and I. Ron had gone to his cousins, about an hour away, to pick up his long lost surfboard. I had told him about the BBQ earlier in the week and that day. He knew about plans, right? Plans that I had gone ahead and made for us because that's what he wants me to do sometimes. Take charge, right? Well he started tossing back beers with his cousin around 11:30 a.m. He called me at quarter to six saying he was too faded to drive and that he would be home by about 7:45, just as soon as he sobered up some. *sigh* "Okay, honey." I really tried to be understanding, but he could tell I was kinda pissy. And rightfully so. I know he wasn't too crazy about our evening plans but hell, they were PLANS. And I really wanted to see Tyra and her cute little boy. Damnit. So Ron didn't get home until 8:30. He called on the way home, apologizing his head off. I was understanding. "Fine honey, no prob." Really though, it was cool. I didn't want to be too uptight. He got home and we took the short drive to Ivan's. He lives a block away from the street I grew up on. Five minutes away from where I live now. Sweeeeet.

Oh dear, I must cut this short for now. Food's here. I'll finish it a little later. I have to eat lunch now...we got to order out 'cause it was the shipping lady's birthday last week! Woowoo!