Shower
Saturday my roommates held a bridal shower for me which was so fun. Really hot and sweaty, but so fun. We had the AC on in the living room all day leading up to the shower, but it just couldn’t compete with 20+ women in one room and the 90+ degrees outside. I felt so loved as we all sat and sweated together. My roommates and I have been dining off of the leftovers of chocolate fountain chocolate, pretzels, fruit, brie, hummus and ice cream ever since.
We got some items off of our registries, plus some scandalous items that embarrassed me more than I ever thought they would. I am pretty up front when it comes to, um, honeymoon items, and my roommates know this, so I think I shocked them by turning bright red and giggling like a 12 year-old boy when I opened up three boxes from them containing 3 pretty negligees. Not to mention the sensual massage book and massage nectar from another friend.*
Everything made me so happy. The flower-shaped appetizer tray, the lime squeezer and avocado slicer, the pitcher with the school of fish etched on it, the good knives and ALL the towels and the bath mat I registered for. It kind of makes me feel like a grown up, knowing that we will be somewhat coordinated. I’m excited about the prospect of living in a space that feels more like a home and less like an interim stopping point. We’ll see how it goes considering I’m moving into Jason’s bachelor pad.
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On a side note - or maybe it’s right on topic. Whatever - I’m getting tired of wedding planning. I don’t know how those people who are engaged for 1 year or more do it. Because, okay, sure, I want to be the pretty, pretty princess for a day. And yes, it’s fun to think about getting presents and setting up house and having loved ones around to cheer us on. But it’s just all the planning and arranging and thinking about things that’s wearing me out. And I’ve only been doing this for two months. My momentum is kind of waning and I still need a cake and flowers and to get all creative with centerpieces. Actually, I saw some centerpieces on a photographer’s site that I might steal so I don’t have to be all that creative. And we have to do invitations. By August 20th, so say the etiquette books. Have we started? Um…no.
I’m just kind of tired of thinking about it. Maybe I’m not as much of a girlie girl as I thought I was.
Not to mention, now that we know we’re getting married, I kind of miss Jason on the evenings when we’re not together. I mean, I like my alone time, but it feels like now that the decision has been made, we should be together. We know we’re getting married, so why don’t we just go do that then? Instead there’s this whole “engaged” period. It’s hard to explain, but the whole waiting period after we’ve decided what we want to do just seems kind of silly.
* Any bets on how many seedy hits the blog will get now that I’ve typed the words sensual massage?