Yes, it's true. I'm packing for yet another week filled with flowers, details, rehearsals, manicures, hair-do's, dresses, shoes, make-up, speeches, drinks, appetizers, dinners, something old, something new, borrowed, blue, yada, yada, yada, and all of the other goodies that come with a wedding. This is the stuff little girls dream about ...
...except this little girl.
It's not the marriage, it's the hoopla. It's just not my thing - the WHOLE thing is not my thing. I'm not cut out for stressing and dwelling on details and drama. I'm just not good at it. My mind functions somewhere between pragmatic and indifferent. I'm not into fluff... and I don't deal well when that "fluff" elevates into headline news. It spins me... and I essentially become useless to the stressed out bride!
So here I am again, preparing for the hoopla of another one of my best friend's wedding weeks ... preparing to steadfastly go through the details and the drama. I am very excited for her and her fiance, but the stuff that goes along with it... hmmm, well I suck at that stuff.
Go get 'em tiger. And God help me (and the bride) through the week.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
I thought you should know this.
Sidenote: This posting has nothing to do with "blind-date guy".
There is this "little guy" that I met at a bachelorette weekend in Cleveland. His cousin is marrying my friend. He has a great personality, is quick and witty, and seems like a good guy. He also is shorter than me, has less muscle than me, and weighs less than me ... hence the "little guy" title (a.k.a Lil G). Great guy - just little.
Lil G's family wants us to "get together". He said my name came up at Christmas in terms of whether or not he and I have been in touch since the Cleveland weekend. Well, to be honest, we have. That's why they decided we'd be great together and that we need to be seated next to each other at the wedding reception. He said, "I thought you should know this."
He was going for a reaction ... but I didn't bite. I pulled a card from my middle school tactics deck and replied, "Oh geez, I hope you don't smell bad, because then I'll have to change seats. But thank you for the warning." Was that what Lil G was looking for me to say? Suuuuuure he was.
This is the week of the wedding and the grand reunion of Lil G and I. I'm already prepared to be super-evasive and ungettable, yet the same cool girl that captured his eye in Cleveland. I intend for Lil G to leave the wedding thinking... "she's just not that into me."
I just think he should know this.
I'm just keepin it real...
There is this "little guy" that I met at a bachelorette weekend in Cleveland. His cousin is marrying my friend. He has a great personality, is quick and witty, and seems like a good guy. He also is shorter than me, has less muscle than me, and weighs less than me ... hence the "little guy" title (a.k.a Lil G). Great guy - just little.
Lil G's family wants us to "get together". He said my name came up at Christmas in terms of whether or not he and I have been in touch since the Cleveland weekend. Well, to be honest, we have. That's why they decided we'd be great together and that we need to be seated next to each other at the wedding reception. He said, "I thought you should know this."
He was going for a reaction ... but I didn't bite. I pulled a card from my middle school tactics deck and replied, "Oh geez, I hope you don't smell bad, because then I'll have to change seats. But thank you for the warning." Was that what Lil G was looking for me to say? Suuuuuure he was.
This is the week of the wedding and the grand reunion of Lil G and I. I'm already prepared to be super-evasive and ungettable, yet the same cool girl that captured his eye in Cleveland. I intend for Lil G to leave the wedding thinking... "she's just not that into me."
I just think he should know this.
I'm just keepin it real...
Maybe he's just not that into ME?!
I hope the kitchen is sanded and the tile floor looks nice. Actually, it better be damn good. There are two possible scenarios. He could be thinking...
#1 - "I better get my ass in gear and get the house looking presentable so I can invite the new girl over to visit."
#2 - "I'd do anything - including replace the toilets, paint the walls, re-tile the floors, or sand the kitchen - so long as I don't have to go out with that girl again."
I'm starting to wonder....
#1 - "I better get my ass in gear and get the house looking presentable so I can invite the new girl over to visit."
#2 - "I'd do anything - including replace the toilets, paint the walls, re-tile the floors, or sand the kitchen - so long as I don't have to go out with that girl again."
I'm starting to wonder....
Friday, December 26, 2008
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
My perfect birthday...
1. A killer morning workout.
2. A monster burrito from Chipotle.
3. An amazingly delicious ice cream cake from DQ.
What more could a girl wish for...
All are welcome, most can't hang :)
2. A monster burrito from Chipotle.
3. An amazingly delicious ice cream cake from DQ.
What more could a girl wish for...
All are welcome, most can't hang :)
Round Two & Three
"So, I heard you're not very competitive.." were the first words his friend said to me when we met at the bar. Am I really that obvious? I thought I was good at channeling it, but apparently the rules that I created during our midnight bowling marathon gave it away. "Um, well I'm not that competitive ... I just like to win." Nice comeback, genius.
We did dinner again and then bowled like champs until 2am. It was quite fun. I took 2 out of 4 games, but who's keeping track? I even drank beer all night. Anyone who knows anything knows that in order for that to happen, it must have either been an especially fun night or I was starving on a deserted island. We'll go with adventure 1.
Did I mention that he picked me up that night in his truck. Love it.
The following night is when we both met a friend of the other for the first time. Besides the fact that his friend was pretty convinced that I was 19, I'd say it went really well. The friend compared me to Julia Stiles, some CSI girl, and Elizabeth Shue. Do guys think those girls are pretty? Let's hope. We left, and he dropped my friend and I off at our car ... and that was that.
I offered him two tickets to the hockey game for last night and I was brutally rebuffed. Apparently getting Christmas ready for his six year old nephew takes precedence over the new girl... hmm, I think I can deal with that.
No future plans have been made, but I have reluctant hope.
We did dinner again and then bowled like champs until 2am. It was quite fun. I took 2 out of 4 games, but who's keeping track? I even drank beer all night. Anyone who knows anything knows that in order for that to happen, it must have either been an especially fun night or I was starving on a deserted island. We'll go with adventure 1.
Did I mention that he picked me up that night in his truck. Love it.
The following night is when we both met a friend of the other for the first time. Besides the fact that his friend was pretty convinced that I was 19, I'd say it went really well. The friend compared me to Julia Stiles, some CSI girl, and Elizabeth Shue. Do guys think those girls are pretty? Let's hope. We left, and he dropped my friend and I off at our car ... and that was that.
I offered him two tickets to the hockey game for last night and I was brutally rebuffed. Apparently getting Christmas ready for his six year old nephew takes precedence over the new girl... hmm, I think I can deal with that.
No future plans have been made, but I have reluctant hope.
Monday, December 15, 2008
When it rains, does it always pour?
"Pouring" could be a little dramatic but as far as my life goes, this is about as close to terrential rain as I have been apart of for some time now. I generally avoid relationships like the plague... and all of the diappointments that come along with them. If it hurts, why touch it? If it didn't work last time, why try the same thing again? Sure I take it to a whole new level, but at least I'm honest about it ...
I went on a for-real blind date this past weekend.... straight up "look for me wearing my pink scarf" style of blind dating. He knew a little more about me than him, thanks to google and my google-friendly name. (He admitted to searching.) .... geez, and I try to lead a private life!
My hopes for my blind date to be attractive were met with success (sigh of relief). First impressions: cute, tall, athletic, super chill, kinda reserved ... and nervous?!?
What does it mean that he barely touched his club sandwich dinner? ... as I was scarfing down my chicken tortilla wrap ... only to notice him not eating. Of course then I had to stop as to not look like a piggy. Was he really that nervous?
No future plans were made, only lightly discussed ... but a post-date text arrived saying he had a good time and he "hoped he did okay." I thought that was adorable. Two days later, and still no word from blind-date guy. What's a girl to think about all this?
Maybe it's a little more like a afternoon sprinkle....
I went on a for-real blind date this past weekend.... straight up "look for me wearing my pink scarf" style of blind dating. He knew a little more about me than him, thanks to google and my google-friendly name. (He admitted to searching.) .... geez, and I try to lead a private life!
My hopes for my blind date to be attractive were met with success (sigh of relief). First impressions: cute, tall, athletic, super chill, kinda reserved ... and nervous?!?
What does it mean that he barely touched his club sandwich dinner? ... as I was scarfing down my chicken tortilla wrap ... only to notice him not eating. Of course then I had to stop as to not look like a piggy. Was he really that nervous?
No future plans were made, only lightly discussed ... but a post-date text arrived saying he had a good time and he "hoped he did okay." I thought that was adorable. Two days later, and still no word from blind-date guy. What's a girl to think about all this?
Maybe it's a little more like a afternoon sprinkle....
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