(Today I embraced my shying sponteneity and bought a plane ticket to somewhere warm to spend time with people I admire. And I’m admitting that I admire them. Yeehaw!)

In an effort to keep my blog from turning into one of those Today I Did This, Tomorrow I Will Eat Yogurt, Next Week I Will Go Grocery Shopping yaaaaawn… let’s spice it up.

We’re still looking for a ceremony location for the wedding. We’ve given ourselves til the end of next week to decide. The situation that’s troubling me is not the lack of location, it’s the lack of invitations. I’m sooo antsy to start my DIY invites, but I can’t ask the designer to whip up a design before I have all the info! But the paper I bought for the invitations makes me sorta giddy. I have to order more, too. DARN. 🙂

We’re meeting with a florist and a cake lady on Monday. I guess that means we have to figure out what we want in terms of flowers and cake. Haha. We’ve been pretty chill about the whole wedding planning ordeal. It’s just one day in a series of thousands of days. It will be special but it won’t be the most special in the grand scheme. I find it more than a little obnoxious to obsess over your wedding, meticulously planning every single minute detail down to the garnish on the hors d’oeuvres. Get over it and let it unfold. (I will never ever ever be able to spell the word hor d’oeuvres on the first try.)

Okay fine. Offbeat Bride’s mantra is “Your wedding is not a contest.” But, fuck it, mine feels awesome. And YES I JUDGE YOU for your matching pink sucky bridesmaid dresses and your bridezilla attacks over a misplaced red rose. There. I said it. I feel much better now.

I can’t wait to put together gifts for my wedding entourage. (We’re too cool to call them a wedding party.) I found some stuff this weekend that made me squeeee with cuteness. I can’t say what it is because some of my entourage read my blog but just know that it’s going to be SUPER CUTE. (Here’s a hint – I found it at Swoozies!)

Do normal people recognize and accept that they probably won’t have sex on their wedding night? I think it’s going to keep us from letting ourselves down when the champagne kicks in and our feet are sore and cuddles sound better than… other things. No expectations = no disappointments, right? That’s what a honeymoon is for.

Speaking of honeymoon… so there’s this place in Barbados that I am LUSTING after. I don’t have my heart set on it (much) but it looks a-ma-zing. We’re still considering Hawaii and the Bahamas but you know, Barbados sounds awesome… because it’s freaking BARBADOS. Truth be told, anywhere with a fruity drink, a soft bed, and a beach will make me feel like I’ve wandered into paradise. But Barbados would be a cool stamp on my passport.

Can we just pause and take a moment to recognize how incredibly lucky I am to have my boy? He’s currently watching movie trailers online and says to me: “Do you recognize that voice?” “No…” “It’s Jim!” (from The Office.) He lets me gush over certain TV hotties. I may or may not have grabbed my breasticles when he said that. (Hellooooo TMI. Welcome to our relationship.)  On top of that, he doesn’t bat an eye when I decide to take an impromptu trip with some fab ladies. He doesn’t act annoyed when I hop on Twitter instead of tending to the dinner I started (even though I know he’s TOTALLY annoyed). And he listens to me when we’re in bed and his eyes are droopy and I go into a long diatribe about how I do this soul searching and how I realize I need to treat him better blah blah blah psychobabble karma Dr. Phil/Deepak Chopra or whatever-his-face-is kinda stuff.

I’m just so thankful that I’ve ended up with exactly who I imagined I’d end up with. And he has blue eyes to boot!

In an Angela-esque move, I shall end with this:  May you find the one you deserve and never, ever settle.

I want a girlie weekend.

The boy has been playing video games with his childhood best friend in our living room since yesterday evening. They’ve eaten all the junk food in the house. They took a trip to Circuit City and who knows where else while I was out to dinner. Tomorrow they’re going to the auto show.

Admittedly, I’m jealous.

Sure, tonight I had a nearly four hour dinner with two of my fabulous blogger friends. It’s not that I don’t love Thai food or white sangria or THEM… it’s the fact that I left the apartment 24 hours into their guys’ weekend and I came home to more than 24 more hours of guys’ weekend still to go. It’s not that I feel left out. I’m so so so glad the boy gets the opportunity to have an entire weekend with his friend. He deserves some guy time, especially after having to deal with my bras hanging on our door and the potent air fresheners I like to use and the hair products all over the sink and the pink makeup bag that’s made its home on the dining room table… (Yes, I can be hyper feminine…)

I’m just… jealous.

I wish my besties could visit for a whoooole weekend. I wish the boy would fix us dinner Friday night (I made these boys delicious tacos) and then move out of the way. I wish we could be left to our own devices for an entire weekend, just me and the girls. I wish we could wander the mall and not discuss dwindling funds. I wish we could go out for fruity drinks with umbrellas and not discuss the calories. I wish we could go to a fashion show in the city or spend an afternoon getting our nails done. I wish we could blare trendy music in the car with the windows down and sing along like we’re the only ones on the road. I wish we could end up at a bar wearing skinny jeans and shirts low enough that they toe the line of acceptable. I wish we could watch stupid movies and make fun of the characters while we pour ourselves another glass of wine. I wish we could finish the night eating ice cream out of the tub.

I guess I wish I were still at my women’s college. I’m sort of craving estrogen.

I haven’t had quality time with my boy in awhile but it’s my girls that I’m really missing tonight.