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June 2008 ArchivesParty on, Garth! Woo woo woooooo woooooooooooooooo! It's a completely appropriate introduction for an amazingly fun bachelorette party with my girls. (Except poor Becko, who was home sick.) The United States was well-represented this weekend in Austin, which I've decided is the world's best place to have a bachelorette. The food is cheap and delicious, nearly everything is walkable and the drinks are free (or $2).
It's easy to drink from the sweet nectar of insanity when planning a wedding. Women who at one time were considered to be completely reasonable all of a sudden become obsessed with all things old, new, borrowed and blue. Brides make plans to stick old cake in the freezer to eat a year later. (Nasty, seriously.) They fret over whether to go with the eggshell, the ivory or the bone colored frock. Grooms to be might feel as though they can no longer speak with their blushing bride, so they leave her in her room muttering to herself amid a mound of bridal magazines and stop by intermittently to thr... Our invitations are out (with only two return to sender so far), so now we wait for the reply cards to pour in. And they're coming. This is not comparable to Heinz ketchup; think Gatorade on the Boston Celtics' coach last week.
The deadline is pretty far away, but if you know you're coming, why not just mail it? Why are people just telling our p... I was this __ close to forcing Matt to elope with me this week. The number of times I've cried and come close to breaking it down nervous-style this week is already in double digits. Normally, I am pretty good at juggling my life. But now I'm juggling for two. (Wow, that sounds bad.) Matt is busy working and preparing for the bar exam, so some very important people are squeezing my IV bag.
Back in the day, bachelor parties were just for dudes. But today's bride - if she so chooses -- can have her piece of the party cake too. And thank the wedding gods for that, because what would we be without the right to wear glittery, embarrassing antennae out in public, our dignity evaporating in visible sheets with every wobbly step we take? Hmm? I exercised my right to buffoonery last weekend, along with one of my best friends, Jesse, who's also getting hitched this year. I'd like to show you photos of the festivities, but I can't, because I sincerely wish to protect ... If you're going to marry in the Catholic church, even if only one person is Catholic, you'll attend preparation through your parish or do what we did this weekend: Engaged Encounter!
Merriam-Webster's first definition of the word "encounter" should explain ... * sways head back and forth * Waaai-hay-hay-hayt Mr. Postman... because our invitations are steaming in a blue box in the Medical Center, waiting to be saved from the heat! Please rescue them before they all open on their own!
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