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December 2002
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The frenzy of activity is in full swing for Al and Chris's wedding. Hopefully I'll be able to keep up with it all. Because I'm a procrastinator born and bred, yesterday was my Dress Finding Day. I woke up as early as I could, clenched my teeth and went to Lenox. I went straight to Rich's, promising myself that I could go to Sephora after my mission was met. I grabbed a bunch of stuff off the racks and eventually found a dress that I fell in love with. The only glitch? I couldn't zip it all the way up. I bought it anyway, along with two "take off inches!" body suits, hoping that if I shoved myself into a lyrca foundation garment that it would be fine. No dice. I was lamenting to Allison last night, over queso and margaritas (the perfect slimming combo), and she convinced me to try it on again and have her zip it up, because maybe it was just that I couldn't hold myself in and contort my elbow that way. So with a belly full of cheese and a dizzy head from the best margamartias evah I sucked in and she pulled together and pushed up and we got the zipper all the way up. It's pretty tight and I might have to stand in the back during the ceremony since I won't be able to sit in a pew, but it's gorgeous and I feel beautiful in it. As we were staring at my reflection I asked her, "Are you sure you want me to be this boobalicious at your wedding?" Al answered, "Girl, it's not like we can hide them." a I woke up yesterday morning so full of joy. It finally hit me that I'm going home and my heartsickness over my family has reason to abate a bit. As I was brushing my teeth I got a little teared up and I whispered a breathless thank-you for my blessings. I'm almost always happy, but yesterday I felt as though I might explode with joy. Maybe it's because I had the whole day off and I was anticipating going shopping, but I think it's probably because I'm so excited to see these two amazing people become Mr. and Mrs. Cheese. 2002 has seen many of my closest friends either marry, become engaged or both and it's wonderful to see, as well as be a part of. But this wedding is doubly special because I count both the bride and groom as friends and it's all just so wonderful. Combine all that with the holiday season (as well as out-of-towners invading) and you have emotions running on high. Thank god for vodka. a So I leave next Saturday for Ohio, where I'll spend one night in Columbus with sara before going to my mom's to spend six days with my family. By the day after Christmas I'll either be crazy, crazy or crazy. Don't misunderstand me, I'm looking forward to it more than anything, but my mom lives in a pretty small town and there are only so many times I can take my grandmother to Arby's. Plus I haven't spoken to my brother since his birthday and I'm a little concerned about how all of that is going to go down. (Basically he was less than supportive of my decision to quit my job and move away and our argument culminated with me throwing the birthday gifts I'd gotten him in his face, yelling "Why can't you just love me?", running up the stairs and sobbing into my pillow. I joke about it, and it's pretty funny in retrospect, but it's still a little raw and hello, that came from somewhere.) But I can't wait to go shopping at Easton and see a movie with sara and hug the Little Peep and the twins and just see my mom and hold her hand and have her rub my back while we watch A Christmas Story. My throat is getting tight just imagining it. I never thought I'd be able to go so long with seeing my mom, but the days don't even seem like full days time has moved so fast. Sometimes it feels like 2002 wasn't even a real year, it was just for pretend. But anyway, I'm looking forward to it. I hope it snows, and then I hope it all clears up right before I leave so that I don't get stuck there. a I'm finally into the holiday spirit, although it took me awhile this year. But now my apartment is all decorated, including my balcony (even though I'm still a little sad about not having a tree), and I broke out my Christmas CDs. I think it was the holiday party I went to last Friday that finally put me in the mood. There's nothing like six Christmas-red JellO shots to make you feel festive! Court and her roommates went all out, with a full bar and plenty of food (that I didn't touch, but I hear it was all great). The boyfriend of one of the girls who lives there went to Miami and was in the same fraternity as my college boyfriend and since I'd only seen him once since I moved here, we had a great time catching up. He kept asking me if it was a "target rich environment." The ratio was definitely in my favor, but once the cutest, tallest boy got there, I only had once target in my sights. Y'all don't need me to tell you that I had no trouble shooting a bull's eye.
The notify is exchanging holiday cards.
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