This was taken on the eve of my 21st birthday. I thought Chris was still in Spain but he surprised me at The Bar The Bar at midnight. After living away from each other for six months it was a really awesome surprise.
But more importantly, check those French Tip acrylics I’ve got going on. Money can’t buy that class. *Actually it can and it was probably $38 which is super pricey, so they were clearly just special occasion birthday nails.
I have to pick up my dress in an hour. Parking is impossible downtown so I’ll probably cab it, unless I want to lug my wedding dress on the Red Line-but then I risk it smelling like the Red Line (aka urine.) So on second thought I won’t be doing that.
I haven’t packed. I have to buy a few more gifts. A few more Target runs. The last thing I should be doing is scrolling old photos on Facebook for a blog post. But here I am. I’m excited and giddy and in a really good mood thinking about what lies ahead.
Yesterday was the opposite. I was full of anxiety and stress and I didn’t even know why. I played “Therapist,” a game I like to play often, where I just ask myself out loud, “why are you freaking out?” Usually I can give an honest answer and figure out what’s bugging me, but yesterday I couldn’t. I was just a mess. I had to take a 3 p.m. nap just to settle the F down. It was weird.
I think every vendor/printer/band/everyone wedding related was emailing me yesterday asking for last minute stuff. So yeah, I guess that was the reason for some of the stress.
But then I read this post by Christy and it couldn’t have come at a better time. Marc Maron’s story won’t be forgotten soon, I’m just a girl on a couch. I don’t know why that story is so comforting to me, but it is.
Now my time is up because I need to go pick up my wedding dress. After that, I shall pack. And then tomorrow morning we’ll leave Chicago because WE ARE GETTING MARRIED.
After nine short years of courtship, and a brief stint of being “common law married” because Kansas is weird, Chris and I are finally tying the knot. Gettin’ hitched. Doing the thing.
I repeat, WE ARE GETTING MARRIED.
k thanks byeeeeeeeeee.
*I may be MIA for a bit on here, but you know I’ll be gramming and snapping @thedailytay like it’s my job. **because it is.