Whoa
So going out to dinner with a friend ended up becoming a trip out to buy wedding invitations.
Why yes, at dinner it was told to me that she's planning to get married in December. Which caught me totally offguard since she's only known the guy for like six months. But either way, if she's happy I'm totally happy for her, and she's very excited.
So on said outing I was (yet again) reminded of how much I don't fit into the mold of the typical girl. Here she was searching for everything to match perfectly. The invitations, the place cards, the thank you cards, the save the date cards, the programs ... oy. I made the mistake of trying to combine one embossed with one that was embroidered and you'd swear I had just grown a third arm.
Either way, I fail as a woman on multiple levels. I repeatedly chose a career over creating a family and settling down. I prefer movies that make me think over movies that will make me cry. I would rather listen to loud music and play video games than give myself a facial or a manicure. I prefer tequila over fruity drinks, and sneakers over heels (but I like heels sometimes because they make me feel sexy). I also prefer casual sex to relationships, as horrible as that may sound.
Anyway, I'm probably more tomboy than girly-girl in personality, but I like it like that. But in moments like these, trying to encourage and support girly friends, I fail.
In totally unrelated news, I'm rehooked on Roswell. I forgot how amazing the character chemistry is on the show. It makes my brain hurt, but in a good way.
Why yes, at dinner it was told to me that she's planning to get married in December. Which caught me totally offguard since she's only known the guy for like six months. But either way, if she's happy I'm totally happy for her, and she's very excited.
So on said outing I was (yet again) reminded of how much I don't fit into the mold of the typical girl. Here she was searching for everything to match perfectly. The invitations, the place cards, the thank you cards, the save the date cards, the programs ... oy. I made the mistake of trying to combine one embossed with one that was embroidered and you'd swear I had just grown a third arm.
Either way, I fail as a woman on multiple levels. I repeatedly chose a career over creating a family and settling down. I prefer movies that make me think over movies that will make me cry. I would rather listen to loud music and play video games than give myself a facial or a manicure. I prefer tequila over fruity drinks, and sneakers over heels (but I like heels sometimes because they make me feel sexy). I also prefer casual sex to relationships, as horrible as that may sound.
Anyway, I'm probably more tomboy than girly-girl in personality, but I like it like that. But in moments like these, trying to encourage and support girly friends, I fail.
In totally unrelated news, I'm rehooked on Roswell. I forgot how amazing the character chemistry is on the show. It makes my brain hurt, but in a good way.