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October 2008
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Recently by TaylorAfter months and months of planning, my big day has come and gone. There were no major freak-outs. There were no epic catastrophes. There wasn't even a cloud in the sky.
It. Was. Perfect. I thought I might come out... It's finally happened. My mother has completely lost her mind. It started innocently enough -- she'd call me every once and awhile, inquiring about any number of wedding-related projects. "Have we reserved the florist?" "Does your father know how much that costs? Hahaha! Just kidding! Buy it!" But then came a dark, dark day: The day my current mother and my future mother-in-law joined forces to discuss wedding favors. That's right. Little pointless presents just like the party favors you use... One month to go until my wedding, people. One month. This hit me last night when I was trying to go to sleep. I've adopted a schedule not unlike that of a 90-year-old woman as of late, because I recently switched to the shift previously occupied by Miss Cody here at KHOU.com. It starts at 6 a.m. So, you know, it's 8 p.m. and I'm in bed, soaking my dentures and watching "Matlock" when my betrothed calls and lays this one on me: It's not like I didn't know that was going to happen, but it immediately... 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... 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 ... So Friday night I was getting my rock on at the Old 97's show with Mr. Wedding Belle and a few kajillion other fans when something awesome happened. Rhett Miller, lead singer and object of my affections since I was a wee 17-year-old lass in Dallas, started strumming the opening to a popular song called "Question." If you have not heard it, I suggest you do so. Listen here (it makes the story even better). Anyway, he starts strumming and then this random dude walks out on the stage and, since I am both keenly ... Beef: If it's what's for dinner tonight, I might have to kill someone. Not to knock Houston's undoubtedly posh incarceration facilities, but through careful deduction I've come to the conclusion that they will pale in comparison to the Hilton San Diego Resort. So violent crime is out. I guess I'm going to have to quit my diet.
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