Monday, October 13, 2003

WHY IS EVERYTHING SO FUCKING BRIGHT?

Man, I slept so soundly last night, I woke up and actually felt refreshed. Never mind that I was nodding off in math class and kept having to unroll my window on the drive into work. Add to that a semi-headache... nothing really hurts except that I'm squinting so much today. Everything is so bright; ouch.

So, big bridal fair weekend. Friday night I had Troy, Tatum, Holly and Lori over; we ate pizza, chips and dip and yes, my peach cobbler. We chatted and giggled and had a really good time. I love playing the hostess, and I love a house full of guests. The best part was that Aaron came home early and was able to hang out. He's met my friends a couple of times, but is still kind of shy around them; so the more we hang out the more they will get to know him and vice versa. Conversations of Friday turned to old times, and he may have gotten a lot more information on me than I bargained for. :-) I know a few cats were let out of the bag when the drunk stories started coming. (Funny enough; Aaron knew most of the stories, it was other people who never knew the full story... heh, it was kinda funny.) Yeah; I had gotten drunk on my birthday I think and told Aaron all of these really unflattering drunk stories. (The time I tried to pee in the hamper, for example which led to a very long period of time when matt only referred to me as 'hamper' then switched it to Hal instead of al.)

A lot of time Friday night was spent reminiscing as well; we remembered all the tv shows we watched as little kids, and the toys speaking of which remember These? I actually bought this set off of ebay last year. It was a fun time, and made me realize I don't hang out with my friends nearly enough.

Saturday morning I had to call the cops on my ghetto ass neighbors who were fighting upstairs from about 5:30am till 9am when the cops got there. Speaking of which; who fights that early? Isn't it usually late nights, and the fighting generally tapers off around 3am in typical apartment couple fighting? Or was that just my neighbors at the last place I lived at? Anyway, we got up early regardless, and met my mom, Karen, Aunt Nancy and Holly over at my parent's to go the bridal show. We had a great time wandering around eating bite after bite of cake... my god, the sugar I ingested. I tried on a wedding dress and confirmed that unless I lose a bit more weight I am going to look like a great white while. It's all about toning I guess, and I need to do a lot of it. I am going to put off dress shopping until January and get my ass in gear. I know there is a waistline in here somewhere, I just gotta find it.

Incidentally did you see SNL this weekend? Justin Timberlake was the host/musical guest. There were a few funny moments, but I was loving weekend update when Tina Fey said Kobe Bryant's attorney's name "Pamela Mackey" about 30 times in 2 minutes. She also made mention that googling miss Mackey would find information about her firm, and her phone number; which she then listed and said any crazy person could call and harass her. Brilliant! I thought it was hilarious and a bit of just desserts in this case.

Sunday was spent chilling out mostly; we ran around in the morning looking for places to get married... which apparently is really fucking hard. So if anyone has a barn they want to lend me the use of, go ahead and email me because at this point I'm ready to wave my little white flag. The one place we really like belongs to the members of Normandy Park. (a community in seattle) and you have to be sponsored to use it by a member. Guess who the only fucking person I know who belongs? Satchel. Aaron and I fell in love with the place, but there is no fucking way I'm asking that bastard to sponsor me. I don't care if we have to get married in the Tongan community center parking lot next to the laundromat... I won't ask him. So begins phase 2 of location hunt 2003. Arg.



My sister the thug... L-train's in the hiz-ouse



The expression on Aaron's face just kills me!


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