Most Awesome Random Quote of The Weekend:
"Wanna go get breakfast?"
"Yeah, I'm wicked hungry, I just realized."
"Did you also realize you're not from Boston?"
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You want to know something really fucked up about Wedding Thinking? Wedding Thinking makes you think that $500 is an amazingly small amount of money to spend on flowers, $600 is a good deal for a dress and $5000 is a FANTASTIC deal for a party involving dinner for 100 of your closest friends.
I was so very excited last night when I finished doing my flower order (online, of course, since this is above all, an Internet Wedding). I ordered the sweetpeas the wholesaler here in town refused to supply, the daffodils the same wholesaler couldn't guarantee I could get through him, my very favorite gerbera daisies, the ranunculus with it's layery petals that I adore, and enough filler and lemon leaves to build a lemon leaf village surrounded by a Queen Anne's Lace forest. I got everything I wanted for the 18 table arrangements, 4 corsages, 3 boutennaires, 2 nosegay bouquets and 1 bridal bouquet that we're going to have to make, to be shipped overnight to my doorstep two days before the wedding, and I got it all for just $500. Woo!
Dude. $500. Since when is $500 considered cheap?
Since I started planning a wedding, that's since when.
Man, I hope this goes away after the party's over.
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So today a gigantic 18 ton freeway sign was knocked down by some nimrod truck driver who left his hydralic bed in the up position. The sign came crashing down onto a Hyundai and traffic got stuck for hours. Stuck. Just...sitting there. Getting out of their cars and walking around.
Unfortunately, that is the freeway I get onto every morning, just long enough to get over onto a different freeway.
Man, that section of freeway right before the sign is on a giant bridge that makes me nervous every time I drive over it. It's in what basically amounts to a natural wind tunnel so if I'm not going fast enough my little car gets blown about a bit. I hate that bridge.
Good thing I was running late and still doing my hair when the news alert came up on the morning news then, isn't it?
Instead, I got to cut around it with the other (goddamn idiots that kept cutting me off and trying to hit me) who knew better than to get onto the 805.
Speaking of the 805, it drives my friends and family who aren't from Southern california crazy every time they hear me call a freeway "The". But screw that, man. That's the RIGHT way to say it. The 805. The 5. The 163. None of this "I-" crap. our freeways are important (just ask thos poor souls stuck on the bridge this morning), and they should be referred to as something important. The 15. The 94. The 52 and The 56 and The 78 and The 125.
Hm. Maybe we have too many freeways.
Nah.
"Wanna go get breakfast?"
"Yeah, I'm wicked hungry, I just realized."
"Did you also realize you're not from Boston?"
You want to know something really fucked up about Wedding Thinking? Wedding Thinking makes you think that $500 is an amazingly small amount of money to spend on flowers, $600 is a good deal for a dress and $5000 is a FANTASTIC deal for a party involving dinner for 100 of your closest friends.
I was so very excited last night when I finished doing my flower order (online, of course, since this is above all, an Internet Wedding). I ordered the sweetpeas the wholesaler here in town refused to supply, the daffodils the same wholesaler couldn't guarantee I could get through him, my very favorite gerbera daisies, the ranunculus with it's layery petals that I adore, and enough filler and lemon leaves to build a lemon leaf village surrounded by a Queen Anne's Lace forest. I got everything I wanted for the 18 table arrangements, 4 corsages, 3 boutennaires, 2 nosegay bouquets and 1 bridal bouquet that we're going to have to make, to be shipped overnight to my doorstep two days before the wedding, and I got it all for just $500. Woo!
Dude. $500. Since when is $500 considered cheap?
Since I started planning a wedding, that's since when.
Man, I hope this goes away after the party's over.
So today a gigantic 18 ton freeway sign was knocked down by some nimrod truck driver who left his hydralic bed in the up position. The sign came crashing down onto a Hyundai and traffic got stuck for hours. Stuck. Just...sitting there. Getting out of their cars and walking around.
Unfortunately, that is the freeway I get onto every morning, just long enough to get over onto a different freeway.
Man, that section of freeway right before the sign is on a giant bridge that makes me nervous every time I drive over it. It's in what basically amounts to a natural wind tunnel so if I'm not going fast enough my little car gets blown about a bit. I hate that bridge.
Good thing I was running late and still doing my hair when the news alert came up on the morning news then, isn't it?
Instead, I got to cut around it with the other (goddamn idiots that kept cutting me off and trying to hit me) who knew better than to get onto the 805.
Speaking of the 805, it drives my friends and family who aren't from Southern california crazy every time they hear me call a freeway "The". But screw that, man. That's the RIGHT way to say it. The 805. The 5. The 163. None of this "I-" crap. our freeways are important (just ask thos poor souls stuck on the bridge this morning), and they should be referred to as something important. The 15. The 94. The 52 and The 56 and The 78 and The 125.
Hm. Maybe we have too many freeways.
Nah.
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