If you are chilly, here, take my sweater.
Petey and Michelle's wedding was this weekend, as was the wedding of at least two (possibly three, but I can't think of think of the the fourth even though I'm pretty sure I saw four different announcements/relationship-status-changes/congratulatory posts on my News Feed) other Facebook friends of mine. I do not know who anyone is on my Facebook, because everyone's changed their last names and I find myself saying, "Who the hell is Lisa [Shiny New Last Name]"? Personally, I will be keeping my maiden name on Facebook, because my fiance has one of the most common last names known to man and otherwise, I'll never be found. Luckily, my maiden name isn't that unique or otherwise I think I'd struggle with this.
Anyway, the wedding was fantastic. The actual ceremony was outside, which is what we're planning on doing and so Steve and I were able to take some mental notes (no aisle runner; no tuxedos; no suits). I also yet again surprised myself with my amazing ability to fry like a lobster in less than an hour. The reception was more formal, which was nice. I sat with Steve and a table full of men (his friends; really, the bride and groom are his friends, not mine) and two women - one who is now going as a male, I think. He goes by a different name than Steve knew in college, and honestly, I would have never known he was a female before had I not been told. Anyway, god, that's irrelevant anyhow because the point IS, he and his fiancee and all of the others at my table were giving me shit for my entire chest and shoulders burning when they were all wearing collared dress shirts and I was wearing this super-flattering dress. Wow, I wonder why no one else burned THROUGH THEIR CLOTHING. It was also nice to sit with a bunch of guys, because I love to give people shit and come back with witty retorts to smart-ass comments. It is hard to do that with women and so I have found that I get along with men so much better.
Other highlights:
1) I finally got my fiance to get his butt up and dance. This has been 6+ years in the making, and I wasn't sure I'd ever see it. He enjoyed himself though and I found myself being dragged on the floor by him by the end of the night.
2) I found out that the "Bubbly" song by Colbie Caillat is about an orgasm. Now, perhaps if I'd sat and actually listened to this lyrics, this may have been more obvious. But I was shocked and then more lyrics kept playing like "Take your time wherever you go" and "I lose all control" and seriously, this whole time I thought it was this annoying, innocent, overplayed song. I freaked out, but Steve knew just what to say.
"I can't believe this is about an orgasm! God, my mind is BLOWN."
"Apparently, so was hers."
Then I died, holy shit. Pretty sure I fell in love with him even more because of that comment.
Steve asked Chris to be his best man on the way back to his car (we'd all driven together from the ceremony to the reception). I had started giving him crap about asking people to be his groomsman, but I'd decided to not continue to pester him on this particular battle when the conversation lulled and all of a sudden Steve said, "So...Chrissy [his name for him - long story - Steve is Stevie to him]. Want to be my best man?" Chris died laughing and it was just lovely. He's thrilled, very exciting, already taking his role VERY seriously with bachelor party ideas and the like. I just adore him, so I'm pretty happy about it myself.
My parents, however? Not being cool. They have no money and will likely have to file for bankruptcy, but after the engagement they talked about being able to pay some sort of deposit as long as it was a check to someone that wasn't me - that they couldn't gift me money in order to not pay their creditors. However, we've now picked a photographer (number three, from this entry) and it's now time to pay said deposit, and they keep changing the subject. I don't care how MUCH money they pay - the amount doesn't matter, as I get that their situation is terrible - BUT. They are the ones who brought this up in the first place, and I expect them to tell me how much they're going to have to contribute so I can budget for this and know where we stand in planning this wedding. We are on a timeline - one of the photographers we were going to look into was already booked when we e-mailed him to set up a meeting. It pisses me off that they don't realize how important this is to me.
Anyway, the wedding was fantastic. The actual ceremony was outside, which is what we're planning on doing and so Steve and I were able to take some mental notes (no aisle runner; no tuxedos; no suits). I also yet again surprised myself with my amazing ability to fry like a lobster in less than an hour. The reception was more formal, which was nice. I sat with Steve and a table full of men (his friends; really, the bride and groom are his friends, not mine) and two women - one who is now going as a male, I think. He goes by a different name than Steve knew in college, and honestly, I would have never known he was a female before had I not been told. Anyway, god, that's irrelevant anyhow because the point IS, he and his fiancee and all of the others at my table were giving me shit for my entire chest and shoulders burning when they were all wearing collared dress shirts and I was wearing this super-flattering dress. Wow, I wonder why no one else burned THROUGH THEIR CLOTHING. It was also nice to sit with a bunch of guys, because I love to give people shit and come back with witty retorts to smart-ass comments. It is hard to do that with women and so I have found that I get along with men so much better.
Other highlights:
1) I finally got my fiance to get his butt up and dance. This has been 6+ years in the making, and I wasn't sure I'd ever see it. He enjoyed himself though and I found myself being dragged on the floor by him by the end of the night.
2) I found out that the "Bubbly" song by Colbie Caillat is about an orgasm. Now, perhaps if I'd sat and actually listened to this lyrics, this may have been more obvious. But I was shocked and then more lyrics kept playing like "Take your time wherever you go" and "I lose all control" and seriously, this whole time I thought it was this annoying, innocent, overplayed song. I freaked out, but Steve knew just what to say.
"I can't believe this is about an orgasm! God, my mind is BLOWN."
"Apparently, so was hers."
Then I died, holy shit. Pretty sure I fell in love with him even more because of that comment.
Steve asked Chris to be his best man on the way back to his car (we'd all driven together from the ceremony to the reception). I had started giving him crap about asking people to be his groomsman, but I'd decided to not continue to pester him on this particular battle when the conversation lulled and all of a sudden Steve said, "So...Chrissy [his name for him - long story - Steve is Stevie to him]. Want to be my best man?" Chris died laughing and it was just lovely. He's thrilled, very exciting, already taking his role VERY seriously with bachelor party ideas and the like. I just adore him, so I'm pretty happy about it myself.
My parents, however? Not being cool. They have no money and will likely have to file for bankruptcy, but after the engagement they talked about being able to pay some sort of deposit as long as it was a check to someone that wasn't me - that they couldn't gift me money in order to not pay their creditors. However, we've now picked a photographer (number three, from this entry) and it's now time to pay said deposit, and they keep changing the subject. I don't care how MUCH money they pay - the amount doesn't matter, as I get that their situation is terrible - BUT. They are the ones who brought this up in the first place, and I expect them to tell me how much they're going to have to contribute so I can budget for this and know where we stand in planning this wedding. We are on a timeline - one of the photographers we were going to look into was already booked when we e-mailed him to set up a meeting. It pisses me off that they don't realize how important this is to me.