Monday, July 19, 2004
So how slow is dial-up internet access really? Think dead slugs. Think dead slugs on Venus.
I've managed to sneak a few seconds of time on my Dad’s pc to write a quickie blog and let everyone know how it’s going. Insane. Completely insane. New York was great. Jo and I went sightseeing, shopping and generally wandered about. Adam (who we were staying with) was fab. I'm sure he knows have of the bartenders in New York so we ended up with a VERY reasonable bar tab. We were even in the same bar as Gwyneth Paltrow and the Coldplay guy, but of course I didn't notice.
We arrived back in Indiana on Saturday and it's been hectic ever since. The first shower yesterday was fab... there were so many people there who I haven't seen in AGES. The food was great, the wine was great and there were presents (for me! for me!) and cake. It was like the birthday I had when I turned five (minus the wine, of course).
After we came home and went up to the house where Jonny, Andrea and the two kids have stayed since they arrived on Thursday. While the women were lunching the men and kiddies were fishing and drinking beer (the kids weren't drinking beer to my knowledge!). ALL of my little cousins where there. It was like a kiddy rodeo -- running here and there covered in fish slime and worm guts. Great way to spend an afternoon in the sun! I even unhooked a fish and baited a few hooks. Lauren C (who my brother now refers to as the "import Lauren" as I have another cousin Lauren) was very impressed. She didn't think I would touch slimy things (if she only new!).
So this has been my holiday so far. Drinking, partying, and baiting hooks. Sounds a bit like Ibiza.
But the real work started today: making my OWN decisions about the wedding. I promise, I'm not turning into a BRIDEZILLA, but I do like things the way I like them. I think I've managed to stress Mom and Barb out a bit, but I'm only changing a few little things: like the Choreography of the processional and a few flowers. No biggie, really. Not like I'm asking to have a Buddhist ceremony or anything!
So that’s the under-200-words-20-minute-explanation of WHATS BEEN GOING ON. OK, it’s not all inclusive, but it is a "taster" as Giles would say. Give you the incentive to ask about it!
Now, I need to exercise. First I need to try on the reception dress to determine "how much" I need to exercise, and then I need to exercise. I feel like I should do a few thousand sit-ups and run a marathon. Maybe a triathlon would be best. I think my arse is expanding as we speak.
I need to stop thinking about it. Otherwise I'll start to panic and imagine not fitting into my wedding dress on Saturday morning. And getting spots. And my hair falling out. And the salon making me up like a Thai Lady-boy.
Lets not talk about Saturday, shall we?
I'll try to stop in again tomorrow and add some more points-of-interest. Maybe I'll tell you the epic story of Rico: the cat that ate New York.
And if not, ask about it at the reception!
