my lovely friend Geever is gently nagging me to post something new — she's tired of seeing my last entry day after day, and i know she's right. i've had lots of blog guilt this week. but between work being suddenly intense and insane, American Idol starting up again (personal weakness) and the frigid weather we're currently having that keeps me huddled under blankets at home, i haven't had the spark or the time to write anything new.and i've really wanted to, because i had my bridesmaids brunch last Sunday — a little meet and greet for all my girls (minus Christine, who is seven months prego and PA-bound), most of whom had crossed paths at one time or another but didn't know each other that well — and it was a trip. the idea was to make mimosas to go along with the egg custard and coffee cake, but at the end of the day, i had five empty bottles of champagne in my kitchen and two full cartons of OJ, untouched.
that alone indicates a successful party, in my opinion.
one of the highlights was definitely when my future mother-in-law, Maria, popped in. she is, in the best way possible, a one-woman show. she was there for less than an hour but thoroughly entertained us. as i walked her downstairs so she could head to another family gathering, she apologized and asked me if she'd cursed too much. "Maria," i said, "that's all these girls do. believe me, you're one of us."
brunch stretched almost to dinnertime — by the time the girls left, it was dark outside — and by Monday they were all friends on Facebook. i hope it goes without saying (but i'll say it anyway) that i am beyond lucky to have so many wonderful gals in my life. they are actually, seriously interested in what kind of dress i'm looking for, the music i'm choosing for the ceremony, what type of save-the-date cards i'm using... all boring details and ins and outs of wedding planning.
they are, as i always say, fabulous women. they will make the next 10 months fun and hilarious and much less stressful than they'd be if i was doing this without them.
up next, this weekend: the dress hunt begins. i'm taking bets on how long it will take for my mom to cry. so far, Aunt Val has bet on in the car on the way to the first dress shop. i'm going out on a limb and predicting that i will be the first one to cry. let me know if you care to make a wager. otherwise, i'll post a recap next week.
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