I've been running through some e-mails between me and my favorite friend S. Before I found this bloggerific place to dump my thoughts, I would write to her about anything and everything. I still do.
I found a few mails that chronicle some of the events in my life that - had I been doing this at the time, would have ended up here as well.
So, in honor of Friday and losing the battle with C to stay in bed and call into work claiming "we can't come in, we lost a sock in the dryer"... I give you: Contents of Past E-Mails
January 4, 2005:
I had my first official wedding freak out last night. I'm ready to go to Vegas, get Elvis and call it a day. I want more than anything to be married to C, but the pressure and the fluff and the location/hair/dress/cake/favors/food/booze/HIGHPRICES/scary vendors/craziness is officially making me frightened:
Last night I went into the computer room while C was watching soccer highlights. That was at 8:00 p.m.
At 10:45pm, C enters the computer room to find:
Me, deer in the headlights look, multiple VEGAS WEDDING google search results, mumbling "Vegas, let's start scouting packages in Vegas...I can't do this here...it's too much pressure...I just want to get in the dress, do the thing, go to a bar and drink myself into a coma ...I ... kittens and cake...."
He's like "ahh sweetie...I love you too!"
...and on the floor were three empty wrappers that previously contained those little frozen cheesecake things covered in chocolate...and an empty Amstel Light bottle.
January 12, 2005
C is Such a Lucky, Lucky Boy:
Me on the drive into work today: "Do you suppose we could ask for sterilization surgery for you as a wedding gift? Or do you suppose that when you go in for surgery on your knee next Friday, they could do it then since you are already unconscious?"
Him, with a tremendous amount of non-surprise that I'd even say this: "Sweetie, it's not a two-fer. We can't just say to the doctor, who is a sports med guy - by the way, that we want two surgeries for one."
Where is my social retardation filter? Where? And I said "sterilization"! Just like that!
I do have a plan though, in case he tries to get away from me before we get married. I'm going to claim that we already got married and he simply forgot!
This will work, no?
January 17, 2005
And why is everything cute in miniature? That is one of life's greatest mysteries. At least to me. Our copy company came in with mini boxes with candy in them and I was like "That's adorable". It's an office product that in regular size I use as a trash can. seriously.
January 25, 2005
The problem with interviewing [wedding] photo people for me is exactly what you said. I don't know a good one from a bad one (sample). Plus, some of the quotes go like this:
Me: So how much?
Them: $4,500 to start, $3.45 per pea we find in the entre`s, $2.00 per drunken guest we have to dodge, and $3,000 for my assistants to help me.
And another $4,500 when anyone flushes a toilet twice in a row during the event. That always means trouble.
Also, if the name of the venue has the word "olde" in it, we charge an additional dollar three eighty per hour.
Me: You do realize this is a wedding, right? A perfectly normal event with somewhat normal human beings. It's not a rock concert or the Queen's birthday....and any tabloid you contact will make you pay them for wasting their time. How much do you charge to photograph, say.....someone's birthday party?
Happy Friday World!!