Friday
- Had dinner with Josh, Jami and Hallie. Then Brent and I went to some Hollywood party at a club not far from our place because one of his co-workers assured us we'd end up with a fabulous gift bag. After some yummy desserts and two very, very strong martinis, Brent and I left. We received a "gift bag" on our way out, containing some chocolate, a magazine and a deck of cards. GHETTO!
- Another very bad night of sleep.
Saturday
- Figured out what we're doing for our guestbook - FINALLY!
- Went to pick up our wedding bands from our jeweler in Downtown LA.
- Arrived downtown and wondered why traffic was awful. Noticed that the streets were packed with people dressed in white shirts, carrying Mexico and U.S. flags. "I wonder if it's one of those mass naturalization ceremonies," Brent said. Then we noticed anti-Bush signs. Brent looked up the news on his phone. Turned out we were smack dab in the middle of a rally/protest.
- After finding the world's luckiest parking spot, we strolled amongst the protestors to get to the jeweler. My band turned out perfectly, but they ordered Brent's too large so they had to order a new one. Oops!
- Fit into a size 8 for the first time in.....um, since high school!
- Stood behind one of the girls from Mean Girls and Big Love at Coffee Bean. She sneezed. I blessed her. I think that means we're besties now.
- Saw Inside Man. I enjoyed it, but in my eyes, Clive Owen and Denzel Washington can do no wrong. Brent liked it, too, but he figured out a big plot point surprise right at the beginning so it wasn't as exciting for him.
- Stayed up too late (2 a.m.!), which meant too little sleep because I had to get up early today.
Sunday
- Went with Jami and little Hallie to pick up my wedding dress from the seamstress, who told me that I'm not allowed to lose anymore weight or else my dress won't fit. It's quite a strange problem to have.
- While I was working on our wedding seating chart, I found out from my grandfather that he's too sick to come to my wedding. I spent a half-hour crying. I'm sad about him not being able to attend my wedding and take the place of the father/daughter dance with me, but I'm way more sad that he's sick.
- Went to meet with our day-of coordinator. Finalized our timeline.
- Finalized our vows.
Are we there yet?
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ReplyDeleteSounds lie you had a good weekend! And 12 days to go...exciting! :) Sorry about your grandfather not feeling well - I know how hard that is.
ReplyDeleteAhh, you're almost there! How exciting! Try to enjoy the madness!
ReplyDeleteThe thing about grandpas ... Roth and I each have one left. And both of them were on the fence about coming to the wedding. Mine, because he was so frail and sick (he died three weeks after the wedding) and Roth's because he was being a stubborn asshole. Both of these situations upset me greatly, because I just wanted them to be there. In the end, they both made it, and we were so grateful. Especially in my case, because he passed so soon after. I hope it works out for the best!
She's gorgeous in the dress, y'all!
ReplyDeleteI meant to say, "we each HAD one left," regarding my grandpa. Because he's now past tense.
ReplyDeleteYeah I totally saw you on the news at the protest. You were right there. Behind that dude. With the sign. Downtown.
ReplyDeleteOr not.