wedding plans, general malaise

If you could hear through the interwebs (wait . . .) you'd definitely be hearing the sound of the hacking cough I've had for approximately 6 days now. I'm counting, of course, because when I started feeling quite curious about the amount of (how do I say this delicately?) snot my body was producing, wikipedia told me the common cold lasts anywhere from 5-7 days. I was like, "Nooooo way." The universe (or my cold) heard that and decided to make an example out of me. So, here we are.

I'm in Utah for Thanksgiving break. When the plane landed, I'm fairly certain an angel flew up next to my window seat and gave me a double thumbs up. Could've been the DayQuil, though. Hard to say. 

Basically from the second I got here wedding plans have been in full force. That's all happening April 12th, by the way. Reception venue is nearly booked, save the dates are designed and currently being printed (I'll post those forthwith), and last night I bought my wedding dress. 

We should all just take a pause here for a second and recognize that I just wrote, in all seriousness, and not in a "I saw this dress and I really liked it for, you know, maybe someday," I bought my wedding dress. That's a mind-blowing thing, and I don't know that my limited mental capacity can really handle that at present. Moving on.

Overarching feeling about weddings: ouch. They cost a shit ton of money. I mean, right? And mostly it's weird because the money you're spending isn't yours, which makes it even more awkward and startling how much everything costs. It's like, "Hey, Dad, yeah, this florist charges $2,000 for centerpieces, but those are super important, right?" Uhhh. Awkward laugh and generally feeling way weird about the whole thing.

Luckily, I have some pret-ty amazing friends who are being incredibly generous with their time/talents/ideas/etc. (Hi, Danielle and Michael!), so we're coming in under the gun pretty nicely, I think. In general, though, I totally get the whole justice of the peace idea now.

That's about it, really. Other than the fact that Saturday I move into the apartment Stephen and I will be living in. Just five months early. No big deal. You can thank my soon-to-be ex-roommate for that. And the idea of going back to school on Monday/ever elicits overwhelming nausea. 


Yeah, I think that about covers it! Cheers.