the chapel of loooooooveeee

disclaimer: I do not like postings that are all about the writer, where they aren't filled with hysterical tidbits, but make you feel like all this person does is talk about themselves. so i'm sorry for this post. but I HAVE TO DO THIS TO FEEL SANE. so read on if you'd like or just keep scrolling my friend.

this has been one of those weeks where you can only describe as feeling road hard and hung out to dry. ja & i have officially thrown our hats into the preverbial wedding race and we are coming in strong with a finish of Saturday September 19, 2009. we have a location, a florist, a minister, about 167 of our closests friends and family members who we think will probably come to see us do this (mannn). this week has consisted of minimal sleep and gym time on my part, i'm freaking out in my head with deposits and table/chair rental costs... i knew this shit wasn't going to be easy in the slightest, but daaaaummmn.
ja has been fantastic so far, contacting caterers and really stepping up to the "alter" so to speak. i know i am so lucky to be blessed with him for the rest of my days.
i have my "colors" and crazy little thoughts and ideas i hope will end up being a reality for us come sept.
probably the craziest and best part about this whole whirlwind in my head is that i can share it all with not only ja or my mom but my best friend LJ, who is doing this same thing a week before us! it only would happen this way, she and her fiance would set their date and the only date left in 2009 that we could find was the weekend after theirs. i'm so thankful that they have decided not to run away immediately following their wedding, but will stay around to be apart of ours. we are truly bride wars in action. ;) i kid, i kid.
so hopefully i can find something better to blog about pretty soon, but for now i just needed to vent a bit..that's also what this shit is about, right? so since its friday and i'm officially "dun" at this thing called work, i leave you with a little sumin sumin to kick off this thing we call a weekend...to take you back to the days where your best friends would pick you up in the white honda and you all would proceed to drive around and find the party. poor a little out for thruway parking lot people. don't forget your pagers.
unfortunately, my weekend will be filled with the gym, photographer meeting, babyshower, and bridal show. how lucky am i ?



~a