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My best friend is getting married on Sunday. We picked up the bridesmaid dresses last night, and had the rehearsal dinner tonight. Holli and Jon are getting married in this gorgeous mansion called Glen Feord that was built in the 1800's, with a huge art gallery in it containing three Rembrandt paintings, a Monet (my favorite painter) and a Picasso. The house is too gorgeous for words. I have this feeling I am going to trip in the dress going down the stairs to where the ceremony is and make a fool out of myself.
Being involved with this wedding really makes me want to get married. I have never felt so lonesome and desperate for love in my whole life than I have this past year. I was the only singleton at the rehearsal dinner tonight. Well, technically not the only one, but Katie and Jarrod were doing their whole flirt thing, so that kind of counts. I don't know why after three years of being single, basically by my own choice, has it kicked into to full gear over the past few months that I really want to be with someone. A nice boy. I've been trying to cut back on my make-out bandit image, too. I just don't know.
I really feel old lately. When I was home for Thanksgiving last week, I went out Thanksgiving Eve, which conicidentally was the only night I was remotely healthy. I looked around the bar to see people from West Islip who were definitely three to four years younger than me. I felt so out of place. It was only my second trip to a Long Island bar ever, and I just can't handle it.
I finished my last day at the Law Firm today. I am finally done with being the office bitch. The only thing good about the job was it's location to where my gym is. I've been working out like crazy every morning lately. I've been really health conscious and I've also taken a bit of drinking hiatus. I haven't had a drink in almost two weeks. It feels really good, better than what I thought it would be. I also haven't had coffee in 7 days. I guess I started my News Years resolutions early: gym, lower caffeine and lower alcohol consumption. I really want to stick with this, especially when I start my new job on the 18th. I have an hour commute out of the city and back each day which might be kind of killer.
I really need to leave soon. I need the taste of travel. I am craving it. I've been in one place for too long.
Being involved with this wedding really makes me want to get married. I have never felt so lonesome and desperate for love in my whole life than I have this past year. I was the only singleton at the rehearsal dinner tonight. Well, technically not the only one, but Katie and Jarrod were doing their whole flirt thing, so that kind of counts. I don't know why after three years of being single, basically by my own choice, has it kicked into to full gear over the past few months that I really want to be with someone. A nice boy. I've been trying to cut back on my make-out bandit image, too. I just don't know.
I really feel old lately. When I was home for Thanksgiving last week, I went out Thanksgiving Eve, which conicidentally was the only night I was remotely healthy. I looked around the bar to see people from West Islip who were definitely three to four years younger than me. I felt so out of place. It was only my second trip to a Long Island bar ever, and I just can't handle it.
I finished my last day at the Law Firm today. I am finally done with being the office bitch. The only thing good about the job was it's location to where my gym is. I've been working out like crazy every morning lately. I've been really health conscious and I've also taken a bit of drinking hiatus. I haven't had a drink in almost two weeks. It feels really good, better than what I thought it would be. I also haven't had coffee in 7 days. I guess I started my News Years resolutions early: gym, lower caffeine and lower alcohol consumption. I really want to stick with this, especially when I start my new job on the 18th. I have an hour commute out of the city and back each day which might be kind of killer.
I really need to leave soon. I need the taste of travel. I am craving it. I've been in one place for too long.