This weekend…in 3 short days….I will be in Vermont.
I’ve never been so excited to go away for no good reason. We’re not doing anything special, the weather isn’t even going to be nice. But the idea of going somewhere and being able to do just about nothing – amazing.
I know I was on “vacation” for like, 8 months. It wasn’t the same. I was stressed and sad and cranky all the time. But going to a place that I’ve known and loved since childhood is kind of ideal.
I can spend the whole weekend relaxing. I won’t be at the animal shelter (don’t get me wrong, I love that. But I spend basically my whole Saturday there). I don’t have to worry about grocery shopping (at least until Monday). I won’t have to worry about laundry or what needs to get done or what I’m going to wear next week – because I’m going to be somewhere that it doesn’t matter.
And there’s going to be booze. Lots and lots of it. Actually, my job is to bring the booze to Vermont. And bring it I shall.
So for the next few days, my insanely happy and disturbing mood is all because I’m leaving…wahoo!
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So last night, I was down at the bar. I go to the bar often because that’s where my cousin’s husband works. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be there as often.
Last night the bar had a decent amount of people in it, mostly herds of boys. Which was weird. Anyway, we were at our normal spot on the corner of the bar. Tony was bar tending and he had a whole bunch of plastic Mardi Gras beads. He was giving them to Heather and myself and one of Heather’s friends that was there. We were wearing the plastic beads because, well, why not? Almost Mardi Gras, night before Valentine’s Day, general tomfoolery going down – time for beads. Totally time for the beads.
Heather said that she was going down to the bar on Tuesday night as well, perhaps. Of course, then I will really have the in for getting the beads and I will WIN and everyone will be jealous. Of my winning. With the beads.
There were girls coming up to us, all like “WHERE DID YOU GET THOSE BEADS?!?” like it was gold or something. They are plastic beads and girls are losing because we have them and they do not. Then boys are walking up to us and asking us what we did to get the beads.
We stood here. And I’m half related to the guy handing them out. So….that’s how I got the beads. No, you can’t see my boobs. Sorry.
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Or maybe something like it. We will see how long this lasts. I’m hoping a while, at least.
Where to begin?
On Christmas, I ended up going down to the bar, as my cousin’s husband is a bartender and had to work on Christmas. I had been drinking all day, so what did it matter if I kept on drinking at the bar? It didn’t. So I was there with my cousins and having a great time. A group of guys walked in and were sort of talking with us. But not really.
Then a beer appeared in front of me, courtesy of a boy down at the corner of the bar named Tim.
Why thank you Tim, I do so love beer.
So I started talking to Tim. He was cute and funny and very charming and a CHEF and you know, sort of like an adult male with his shit seemingly together. We talked for a long long while, exchanged numbers and flirted. I have foggy memories of this because I had been drinking for 13 HOURS, so you know – my brain didn’t work.
I leave the bar to go back to my cousin’s house and Tim is texting me the whole time. And he’s texting me the next morning. We make plans to get together. And we do. We meet down at the bar again and have a nice night of drinks and conversation…and making out in a parking lot for 2 hours. We both have homes – but the parking lot was there. And it was easy.
Why is making out with someone in a parking lot like you’re 16 again so thrilling? Like, awesomely so. I’ve been waiting to do that again for AGES and HOLY CRAP, so much fun.
And yes, I’m that girl.
That brings us to New Year’s Eve. He keeps on texting me, I keep on texting him. It is making me smile because it’s been a long time since a boy has been interested in me. We make plans for Sunday. He says that he’s going to come over and make dinner for Lilo and I. Lilo is excited, I am excited and you know, boys!
He comes over. He makes us dinner. He hangs out with me. We have some fun times together. There are some awkward moments, as there are when you’re having sexy moments with new people. You don’t know what they like, they don’t know what you like, but you know, it happens.
I apparently did…SOMETHING that was wrong. I don’t know what that something was, but it was something. And since last Sunday, I’ve had minimal contact with him. He texted me once on Monday and then I really didn’t hear from him again. We were going to go out on Friday but once he stopped talking to me, I knew it wasn’t going to happen. He left my house saying that yes, we were going to hang out, but totally did not want to touch me. He went from being all over me to nothing in like, 12 hours flat.
I would really love to know what the hell I did or didn’t do to make this guy be so not about me. Maybe it’s something within him. But whatever happened – it’s done now. So – that’s helpful.
Because my life can’t be simple, A was involved too. I hadn’t been talking to him as much as I had been once Tim was in the picture, and that tipped him off that something was up. I was then backed into a corner where I had to tell A that there was another boy that kind of liked me and so…yeah, now he knows.
I wasn’t dating A, but all of the sudden he was jealous and upset that I was sort of involved with someone else. And he was sad. The first question that A asked me was if I had slept with Tim yet. I can’t even explain how much that upset and offended me. I didn’t like the idea that the first thing that A thought I would do with a new guy is sleep with him. It’s not something I do and he KNOWS that, being that he dated me.
We talked for a while and after the conversation was done, I was upset. I didn’t want to have to tell A that way and he shouldn’t have been upset, given the fact that at any moment, if he wanted me to be around, he could have SAID SO and then, you know, problem solved.
No, not so much.
So now I have no men in my life. And that’s okay, I think. It’s frustrating to know that it doesn’t matter how old a guy is, he still can’t process life. Or maybe it’s just the guys I pick to spend time with. Regardless, they have issues that I can’t solve.
I would now like to start my great boy detox of 2010. I’m not going to chase after boys, they can chase after me. I’m not going to fawn over them if they have no interest. If they don’t like me, then that’s it. I’m not going to beat myself up and think I’m not good enough, as I always do because FUCK, I’m awesome. I have so many other things in my life now to focus my energy on – getting a job, getting back into the frame of mind to go to the gym, revamping Cupcake Land and making it AWESOME, repaying all the people that have been supportive and great and wonderful while I’ve been a holy terror – that I don’t need to have someone else sucking up all my attention.
I really don’t.
Last year at this time, my life was together for the most part. I had everything I needed. I went into the summer with my life being on an absolute high note. I need to get back to that time. I need to get my life back in order and back to being productive and having it be a good life.
I’m not saying that this boy detox is going to go as well as I think it will go. I’m sure I’ll cave and somehow end back in this place like, 4 months from now. But maybe not. Maybe since my life is going to be so different this year, I’ll be okay.
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Job update – still don’t have one. I have an interview tomorrow at another local hospital – one that my mom works at – so we will see how that goes. Having a job would be a very very wonderful Christmas present. I’m not going to get all excited about that though. Wish me luck tomorrow at 10 AM. That’s when I go to say “HEY, PLEASE TO HIRE ME. I NEEDS THE MONIES”
Other than my continuing funemployment, there isn’t much of anything else going on. There’s not a lot of baking in Cupcake Land, there are no interesting people to speak of and I’m just being a killer housewife. Tomorrow night I’m making meatballs for dinner. Lilo is just the luckiest lady around. She comes home and I’m dancing around in the kitchen, making dinner and being silly. I’ve generally had a few vodka drinks by then and it makes me much more content than I would normally be.
Speaking of vodka…something not good happened on the Saturday following Thanksgiving. I had my favorite aunt and Pam over for some pizza and wii. Except we never played the wii. But whatever. We were drinking and giggling and knitting (I never said I was cool) until I got a picture message on my phone. I didn’t think much of it, as my cousin was at a bar with my other cousins and they were sending me pictures of how much fun they were having. Thanks guys, you’re a bunch of jerks.
The picture message came from Him. The most evil of ex-boyfriends. He wanted to know if I thought that He should get a haircut. No word from him for over a year (huzzah!) and all of the sudden, He cares about what I think of His hair. If I hadn’t been drinking vodka, I would have ignored Him. But I had been and well – sometimes I just can’t be trusted. I texted Him back basically saying WTF and where the hell does He come from, thinking I’m going to answer this question.
But I did answer the question and told Him yes, He did need a haircut. He continued to text me and told me about things since He left bootcamp – basically His life has been crap. Thanks dude, welcome to the gang. He also said that he imagined that I looked great and had a fabulous life.
Sorta, but not so much.
He went on to ask me if I wasn’t busy, maybe I could come up and visit Him after his birthday. He wanted us to have some…”special times”. Uh, no. You really can’t expect me to go for that. I told Him NO, I WILL NOT SLEEP WITH YOU and then He got all pouty. As to be expected. His last (thank god) text message to me was one telling me how depressed He is now and how He will probably love me forever.
What the hell? Srsly.
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Hey, do you remember how I used to blog about things? I remember when I used to do that.
I don’t anymore. It’s not because I’m busy or I have an exciting life, it’s because I have nothing to do and no one to interact with and there’s nothing to say. But it was just Thanksgiving, I just saw my family and hell, what more can I talk about?
- I went on an interview the week before Thanksgiving. I got an email back from the company the next day, saying that I made it to the next round and I needed to make a sales sheet for them. Guess what I’ve never done before? Make a sales sheet. So I googled sales sheets and did the best I could with it. Except I still think what I did is crap. As Lilo said, no matter what I did, I would think it to be crap. She’s right. I’m waiting to hear back from them this week. If nothing happens, then nothing happens and I’m in the same position I’m in now.
- That position is broke, in case you wanted to know.
- I apparently developed a lovely caffeine problem at some point. Now I need to start my day with coffee or else my head pounds all day. Way to go, self.
- I weighed myself while I was at my parents house over Thanksgiving. I didn’t weigh as much as I think I did (that’s before I went on a 3 day eating and drinking binge) and that’s good. But I still feel like a whale. I need a job so I can get back to the gym/trainer.
- I ordered a dress for my friend’s wedding in September. I know it’s early, but the dress was on SALE and I really like the dress otherwise. It’s something I would have maybe ordered anyway if I had lots of extra money. But since I don’t, I wasn’t looking for dresses and yeah. It should be here today and I am very excited about it.
- It’s Christmas time! It’s one of my favorite times of year. I enjoy the smells of Christmas and the activities and the food and the people I get to see. So, no complaints here. Except the fact that this year is going to suck for presents for everyone I know. Sorry guys. You know I love you.
- Speaking of presents, I need to bitch about something. I ordered Lilo a present for her birthday (which was October 18th) from Etsy on October 5th. The info on the page said that everything was shipped within 7-12 days. That was fine – it would still make Lilo’s birthday. Now it’s the 1st of December and IT IS STILL NOT HERE. The seller has about a million reviews and everyone seems to be getting their things…just 2 months late. The seller is not answering emails or messages on etsy. I’m very annoyed and you better believe that they are getting a fucking snarky ass review on their website. If something is going to take 2 months, that’s fine. Say that! Then I don’t get annoyed. I HATE EVERYONE.
- Thanksgiving was pretty okay. It was a small crowd this year (only 18 people. Yes, that’s small) and an all right today. Thursday would have been my grandpa’s 79th birthday, so it was a little sad around the table, but otherwise there was lots of shouting and drinking and more shouting. You know, like you do. Very uneventful, but at least there was a lot of booze. There were not a lot of mixers. At one point, I was drinking absolut and cran-apple. At least it’s better than the Christmas where my aunt and I were drinking grey goose and juicy-juice. It was a bad year.
- I had an interview with a staffing agency yesterday. Let’s see where that goes.
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Or not.
See if I care.
Right, so the wedding was this past weekend. Even after all my bitching and moaning and complaining and crying – it turned out to be okay. Heather was pleasant and only yelled at us once (because she was looking for a fight), the weather was beautiful and everything went off without a hitch.
And A? He was the best wedding date ever.
I went up to my grandparents house in Vermont on Thursday afternoon. I had my cousin Lauren in the car and we were following my grandparents. My uncle and my cousin Jess were already at the house. I totally would have never found the house by myself. I haven’t been to the house since I was like, 10. It was weird being back there and sleeping in my old bed. There’s a giant loft upstairs with 7 beds in it (because there are 7 grandkids) and just Lauren and I slept up there.
My uncle made us all breakfast on Friday morning, which was very lovely. I can’t tell you the last time someone made me a big breakfast like that. We then headed over to the inn to see Heather and get ready for the rehearsal and all that fun stuff.
The inn was beautiful. The view from the house that Heather and Tony (her new husband) and all their friends were staying in was just amazing. It was a BEAUTIFUL house.
We had lunch, checked into our rooms, moved stuff around and prepared for dinner. There was a BBQ up at the Jewel (that was the name of the house, yes it had a name. I know that’s weird) on Friday night for everyone. A was meeting me up at the house and I was so glad that he did. He really was a good buffer and just a great person to have around. People kept on suggesting that I should date him (HA! FUNNY STORY GUYS) and telling me how nice he was. Like maybe I didn’t know. At least he was able to keep me away from my parents so I didn’t slip and tell them about my upcoming funemployment.
Saturday morning we were up early to get our hair done down in Rutland. The lady that did my hair started out by putting it in giant sausage curls and then doing…something with it. I don’t know how they got my hair that way, but they did. There were 28 bobby pins holding that shit in place. I have to say, it really did hold up for a good 13-14 hours, through the wind and dancing and other tomfoolery. The necklace in the below photo? Heather made those necklaces for all the bridesmaids. You know, just in case getting married and planning a wedding wasn’t enough fun for her.
We grabbed lunch and the lady that did our makeup came by. I felt like a painted up doll and very awkward, but everyone tells me that I looked great. I just felt so weird in my own body. When A came up to the Jewel to get my camera, he kept on telling me how pretty I looked. And that’s more or less what everyone on facebook is saying too. But it was just weird.
The ceremony was short and sweet. The weather was perfect. Heather looked like a dream and Tony is so handsome. We took pictures up on the hill, took pictures with Tony’s Defender and then went down to cocktail hour (WHOO!) and that’s when the fun really began.
I just started drinking. A lot. Hard. As I had just lost my job, I needed to drink. The wedding was actually a really good distraction. Dinner was so good and we danced the night away. Really. It started out by everyone dancing to songs we all knew – and the night ended with us dancing to “She thinks my tractor’s sexy” and “Save a horse, ride a cowboy”. The reception was loud, the music was pumping and there was so much booze. I ditched my shoes and was dancing around barefoot with my cousins. Heather broke the bustle on her dress and didn’t care.
And A, bless him, put up with all of it. He was like the best wedding date. My grandma thought he was fabulous (and couldn’t stop telling me so) and he was so charming and engaging. I know I sort of threw him in the deep end because he didn’t know anyone at the wedding besides my family, but he did so well. He helped to keep my mind off the fact that I had no job, he looked great, he smelled fabulous AND I got him to dance. To Billie Jean. I win. I can’t ever thank him enough for being awesome wedding date guy, but Lilo says that he probably owes me for something anyway. Thanks Lilo.
Sunday morning there was brunch for Heather and Tony. A and I got up and went to brunch and I was nursing a nasty hangover. So nasty was this hangover that I was cursing children as they walked down the stairs. It was nice. We thought we had to check out at 11, but when we went to the front desk, they told us that we could stay a bit later. I went back to the room and took a nap and that made all the difference in the world. Suddenly I didn’t want to kill EVERYONE, I just wanted to kill some people.
The rest of the wedding party was up at the Jewel, as was my car. We drove back up there, packed up all the cars, loaded up everyone and we were on our way back to Connecticut. I had a 6 foot grill in the back of my car and a whole bunch of tiki torches. A had all my clothing, my dress, everything. Everyone’s stuff was in like, 4 different cars. It was at least amusing. We had a 6 car parade to get back to Connecticut and we all got seperated on the way home.
But I beat everyone back to Heather’s house and that’s what matters.
A was stopping by my house and I asked him to pick up pizza for me because on Sunday, I was so hungry and hungover still kinda and I just wanted to collapse. Also, my family left from Vermont to go to Cape Cod and I am watching the house this week (they come home tonight, thank god). And A did me one better. He stopped, got pizza, GOT ME ROOT BEER, brought all my shit into the house and fed evil demon Ollie. Man, he was really bringing his A game this weekend. I was so thrilled when I walked in the house and discovered all these things, I almost shouted “I LOVE YOU!”
I stopped myself. I often shout at that my friends when they do things that I like. But I realized that he doesn’t know that yet and we’re not exactly at the stage in our friendship where I would shout that at him. I didn’t want him to take it the wrong way. So I just thought it and fell down on the couch.
And that was Heather’s wedding weekend. Now I’m done. I can’t even believe it. The entire summer is like, done with – and so is the wedding. I can take time to relax now and enjoy my new place. Maybe. Sort of.
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So guess what happened this weekend? If you guessed that the bartender did not call or text or even friend me on facebook, you’d be very very right. If you also guessed that I drank my weight in bud light and inhaled a giant pizza fritta by myself on Friday – I’m not going to deny it.
The bartender not calling and the bud light are not related. I would have drank just as much bud light even if he DID call. Of course, I wouldn’t have been so..uh…nasty to people if he had.
Whatever, done with that now. You had your chance, bartender man.
If I hadn’t been behind in my google reader, I would have read this blog and applied this advice to my life:
How do you hook up with a bartender in a “happily ever after” kind of a way without running the risk of being forcibly ejected from the bar? I mean, the normal signs of mutual-like are there…but isn’t it different with a bartender? Isn’t he *paid* to be nice to me? But he remembers my name, my drink, that I don’t like cherries, always comes over to talk to me….maybe I’m just an alcoholic who just tips well??? ~ Hannah-Lane
Bartenders are not allowed to sleep with you. It’s like hobo-code except instead of hobos they’re bartenders so it’s kind of a different code completely. But basically bartenders can’t sleep with you because they got you drunk and it’s a conflict of interest or statutory rape or something. I don’t know. I don’t know bartender code that well. But here are the basic points I know: If he gives you free drinks he probably likes you. If he sleeps with you, you just got engaged. If he tries to renege after sleeping with you he owes you a pony. This is the bartender code.
Crap. He totally owes me a goddamn pony now – even though I didn’t sleep with him. I have better people things to do.
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First, I need to confess something. I totally love the new Black Eyed Peas album. I know, I KNOW. That’s so unlike me. Creepy Chris asked me if I was feeling okay because I told him how much I like it. I can’t stop listening to it. I listen to it on the way to work and on the way to see the trainer and driving home from everywhere basically and it NEEDS TO STOP. Fergie Ferg, what have you done? I want my life back. I want my life of listening to Fall Out Boy (not that they are less silly or anything) and Incubus and Ingrid Michaelson back. DAMN YOU, Black Eyed Peas and your feel goodery music. DAMN YOU.
Last night was a pretty fun night for me. I didn’t expect it to turn out that way.
The backstory is that my dad and my uncles belong to a boat club. Do we own a boat? No. Not sure why we belong to the boat club. It’s an exclusive club, I guess. There are only male members and I’m not allowed to go to the club unless my dad or one of my uncles signs me in. I can’t even go in the building unless they are there. They are a little weird like that. The club just spent all this money building a tiki bar outside. Over the summers, they have family BBQs where they just grill up a whole bunch of food and everyone just hangs out on the deck and eats and drinks and is loud. They did that all last summer and I would go to most of the BBQs for lack of something better to do.
There was a bartender working there last summer named Joe. He was always a little flirty but I didn’t think much of it because hello, he’s a bartender and that’s what he does. According to everyone, he’s had gastric bypass or a lapband or something and recently lost a lot of weight (not that it matters) and he looks good. He looks very good. Regardless – what happened went nothing beyond innocent flirting. I wasn’t feeling too great about myself, so I didn’t much care.
But last night, I went back down to the club, not really expecting to see him. But there Joe was, working the tiki bar and laughing. I walked up to get a drink and he seemed very excited to see me. He said “Hey hotness. You’re here. Good. What can I get you?” and it went from there. I would offer to go get everyone drinks (I’m a whore for attention sometimes) and every time I walked up, he would tell me that I was cute and adorable and so on and so forth. He asked me questions about when I was moving out and where I was going and who I would be living with (O RLY?) and it seemed like he was digging for information. I can just give it to you, Joe the bartender. (That’s what she said)
He started telling W things just so that I would have to come back to the bar to talk to him. He started throwing ice down my shirt. Lots of ice. It was getting stuck in my bra and I was laughing and throwing it back at him and so on. I went down to my uncle’s boat and as I walked past, he called out to ask me if I was coming back to the bar to visit him. One of my cousins told me that he kept on looking over at me when I was standing around talking to my aunts and uncles.
Then it got late and I was going to leave. I was standing at the bar drinking water and telling Joe the bartender that I must go. He asked if maybe I would like to meet him at another bar down the street when he was done at the club. I smiled and I told him I might be available to do that. I waited for him for a few minutes but it didn’t look like he would be leaving any time soon. I asked him for a piece of paper, wrote down my phone number and told him I expected to hear from him.
Yes, I really did say that. I really did tell a boy he has to call me. I also might have said that if he didn’t text me or something, I would never return to the club again (which I might actually do anyway because if he doesn’t call, that would be SO embarassing. FAIL). I don’t know where I got the courage or the self confidence or ANYTHING, but I did those things. I talked to a boy and gave him my number and sauntered away with the power of knowing that I could do that. I’m still reeling from the fact that I said and did those things. Holy crap.
The power of Bud Light, I say!
So today will be filled with the excitement of knowing that I gave a boy my number, he seemed interested, I know he’s single…and he might actually act on it. In which case…EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. So giddy and girly right now.
I totally forgot the thrill of flirting with boys that want to flirt back. I’m disgusting myself.
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I’ve said often that I live in the zoo. Or that I live with crazy people. Or everyone in my house should be locked away.
Or the most logical explanation, which is that I’m on a secret reality TV show – a show so secret that no one even knows we’re on it. I figure that’s the most logical because there’s no way that I can ever really explain what the hell goes on at my house.
Anyway.
We have 3 dogs and a cat at my house. It’s a zoo to begin with. The cat (Ollie) is a stone cold killer. He spends his days eating and eating and eating and taunting birds and then eating birds. Or mice. This past week he killed a mole and brought it home. He then continued to smack the dead mole as if to prove that yes, it’s really dead. We get it Ollie. YOU KILL THINGS FOR FUN. He spends most mornings lying beneath the crab apple tree, swatting at the barn swallows just to piss them off.
He also waits in the bushes at my neighbor’s house so he can jump out and scare their kids. Lilo believes that Ollie is a servant of the devil. I agree. Stupid cat.
Last night, one of the dogs (that would be Jake) was wandering around outside, looking for other animals to destroy. He’s kind of like Ollie in that sense. Jake found a baby bunny and it was in his mouth. I guess W got it away from Jake before he could kill it. Now the baby bunny is in a cage in the basement and my parents are feeding it. According to W, it’s about the size of a baseball and they don’t want to let it go because the dogs will just try to eat it again.
My mom has figured out the opportunity to have a new pet. She’s always wanted rabbits and chickens and now ONE OF HER DREAMS CAN COME TRUE. I’m not going to try to talk any sense into her about this because her brain should tell her that if the dogs tried to eat the bunny once, they are going to try again. I don’t know if my dad will be okay with it, but I suppose I’ll find out soon.
I bet that she will say that my dad doesn’t allow her to have chickens so she should be allowed to keep the bunny. Who cares if it was a wild bunny?! Who cares if bunnies do NOTHING?! Who cares where it lives?! It’s a pet! HUZZAH.
This is what I’m coming home to, after 2 weeks at Lilo’s to mind the ratbabies. This insanity. There’s no way that this entire thing is real. It’s just not possible for all this stuff to happen to one person. Except it clearly is because I live it every day. Thank God I’m moving out soon.
I’ve decided to name the bunny Bunnicula. Why? Because I’m a book nerd, okay? THAT’S WHY.
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Friday was the dress fitting for the wedding of dooooom. It should have been relatively painless. It should have been me and the other bridesmaids going in and putting on our dresses and my cousin (that’s a tailor) making the marks for how much the dresses need to be taken in and that would be that.
SHOULD OF is the important part of those thoughts. IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN EASY.
Heather had to be involved for some reason. So it wasn’t easy. Instead, it was just so much better. God, she’s really a wedding terror.
To start out with, she was late, which was just annoying. We all had things to do on Friday and she wasn’t even there. I put my dress on because I got tired of waiting for her. I came out of the dressing room and commented that my dress was huge (because honestly, it was. it’s 4 sizes bigger than any pair of pants that I own. It’s not right). Heather then told me that if my dress was any smaller, then it wouldn’t fit and I would cry. Did I mention they are taking in my dress by 3 inches? Yeah. that’s what I thought.
Thanks, bitch.
Heather then got into an arguement with our cousin about the length of the dresses. She wanted them to be one way and he wanted them to be another way (his way being the correct way) and it was just awkward and terrible. She didn’t want to listen to what he had to say.
Then I asked my cousin the tailor if I should come back for a second fitting. I had my first evalution with Lisa the Trainer on Thursday and since Memorial day, I’ve lost an inch from each arm, 3/4 of an inch from my chest, 2 1/2 inches from my waist and a 1/2 inch from my hips. So. That’s kind of awesome. Lisa the Trainer was the one that suggested that I should go in for a second fitting because I’m going to keep on training with her and there’s the possiblity that I will still lose a little bit more. My cousin the tailor said that it was no issue, I could come back a week before the wedding and we will see where we stand then.
Heather asked me if I really thought that I needed a second fitting. I stared daggers at her and told her that we would have to wait and find out.
I don’t understand why SHE cares if I have to go for another fitting. She’s not paying for it, she doesn’t have to come with me, it’s not even HER dress. You would think that she would be happy for me because I’m losing weight or inches or whatever and the fact that I’m going to look nice in my dress. I’m not going to look nicer than her, but I’m going to look presentable. It’s just frustrating. She needs to get a grip on her life.
I also borrowed a dress from one of my friends that I can wear to the rehearsal dinner. It’s great because I don’t have to buy a dress now. Bonus for me.
This weekend is the bridal shower and the slutty harlot I’m getting married party. That should be…something. I still haven’t gotten Heather anything, so I should do that this week. I need to email the maid of honor to see how I can help. And then I need to drink enough so that it all seems okay.
I know that my experiences with Heather are being clouded by the fact that she was such a bitch to me about things. And she’s probably not trying to be as bitchy as she’s coming off as. But it’s a wedding. Yes, it’s a very important day in her life, probably the most important. It’s not life and death. And when you’re really in love, I can’t see how what’s going on around you is going to matter. She’s being this way because she’s planning it herself. I’m not denying that’s got to be hard. But she’s a teacher, so she has the summer off. My mom has offered to help but Heather doesn’t want her to. When people offer help and you don’t take it, you can’t cry and pout and say that you’re doing it all by yourself. We get it. Shut up and get married already.
It’s becoming more clear to me. Weddings are teh suck.
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