I woke up on September 7th long before my 7:45 AM alarm. Tart was still fast asleep, but as soon as I opened my eyes I knew that there was no dozing for me. I quietly got out of bed, grabbed my robe, and made my way to the suite’s living room. It was quiet—peaceful really.
I idly flipped through the channels on TV and came across a Law and Order marathon (seriously,太阳城登陆 手柄太阳城代理平台如何控制射击, those things are always on!). I had to smile and I spent about a half an hour watching TV by myself. All of my nerves from the day before were gone and I realized something important: No matter what happened throughout the day, by the time I went to sleep that night I would be married and nothing else mattered but joining myself to Sparky. Hard to be stressed after that!
Tart was also up before the alarm and soon enough we were both hanging out in the living room area. I put in a call to room service for coffee (necessary) and orange juice (to go with our champagne). It was delivered by a chipper staff member who wished me a happy wedding day. Another knock came along before long and I was wondering if it was possibly one of the bridesmaids who had shown up early.
It wasn’t. It was Sparky, delivering breakfast and lunch (pastries and sandwiches). He kept his back to me the whole time to avoid seeing me before our first look. I thought it was hilarious and I kept telling him “I’m in a robe! It’s fine!” but he refused to turn around.
Sparky went off to do his own thing (write his love letter and spend some quiet hours by himself before the groomsmen arrived to get ready), and then the bridesmaids showed up. Well, Apple Pie showed up on time, just before hair and makeup. Hot Buns had already told me she’d be late (finishing cakes, after all) but Fro-Yo had not. I let it go—late bridesmaids were not something I was going to worry about!
Salon Maison was right on time and they got set up quickly. Apple Pie and Tart went first and I got to sit and drink coffee and mimosas and watch my gals get made up. Soon Fro-Yo had arrived, and then it was our turn to sit in the chairs and get ready. Hot Buns arrived about an hour later.
I had compiled a playlist that consisted of songs to make me happy and want to dance while we got ready (think “Call Me Maybe” and “I Want You” by Savage Garden), so we listened to that as we all munched on pastries, drank coffee, and consumed a mimosa or two. At some point during the morning a package was delivered to us—it was another thing I had won at Get Hitched, Give Hope (which is November 14th, Seattle brides, and will be attended by yours truly and Mrs. Cherry Pie) and contained a box of goodies from Marrylicious. My mom came up to the room after her own hair appointment.
The morning passed quickly and soon enough it was time for my makeup to be applied (I went last), which happened right around the time that DoC Addie and photographer Krista showed up. I remember telling the ladies to eat their lunch before the photographers showed up (Krista brought along her second shooter, a lovely lady named Mary) because “no one looks cute while eating.” While I had managed to eat my breakfast without any problems, it was as I tried to eat my lunch that bride nerves surfaced and I could barely force myself to eat half of my sandwich. It also meant that once Krista arrived with a special treat (a chai latte with “bride” on the cup) I couldn’t take more than a few sips.
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I ran around the room for a bit but was finally wrangled back into the chair for my hair to be retouched and my veil added. It was getting especially hard to sit still because it was fast approaching time to send Sparky his gift (and get mine in return) but, more importantly, to get in my dress and see my soon-to-be husband!
As soon as I was allowed,申博太阳城亚洲娱乐官网, I dispatched Hot Buns to Sparky’s room to check in on the guys and to bring him his gift. Then I waited impatiently, wanting to speed up the next hour so I could go see my guy!
Did you want to speed up time in order to see your future spouse?
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We share so much about our wedding planning lives with you, but I think it’s time for some token randomness, don’t you?
I have the taste-buds of a fussy toddler. Apparently I’ve always been this way, and I appear to have never grown out of it—I’m still fussy to this day. I used to swallow mouthfuls of peas whole like pills, because I didn’t like the pasty texture. I’m the same with beans or lentils. The paste taste”¦ blargh. I hate fruit with seeds, even if the actual taste inside is nice and sweet (case in point: kiwis and strawberries). My arch nemesis is one that everyone else is in love with, though: I have a complete and utter hatred of tomatoes. The mere thought of eating one makes me gag. Something about the seedy, soggy part on the inside gives me the heebie-jeebies. (Though funnily enough, I can eat strawberry jam, tomato sauce and pasta creations with absolutely no issues.)
I get my lefts and rights confused.
I’m twenty six years old, I teach primary-aged children for a living, and I still mess up my directions. I actually ran into a concrete road island when I was learning to drive, because I turned left when my instructor told me to turn right. And I still do that, even now. (Although luckily, I haven’t collided with anything since then.)
I’m compulsively early. To everything. It’s ridiculous, but I can’t help it—I have issues with being late. I would rather arrive super early and read a book in my car,太阳城手机APP下载 招服务员（银泰城内）-北仑招聘-新北仑-阿拉宁波网[求助] 菲律宾申博手机安卓版 帖子内容突然只显示一小部分了, as opposed to showing up at the last minute and being flustered. I also get really,澳门太阳城现金直营网 硬旗舎溺畜音翌其議＾型嶄宝￣LED广告车的特点太阳城快速提款-新闻中心-许昌经荣电子实业有限公司, really irritated when other people make me late—my future husband fits in to this category occasionally! On the bright side, at least I won’t be one of those brides who holds the wedding up making her grand entrance—I have a feeling that I’ll probably be dragging everyone to the church to make sure we’re right on time!
I talked to Taylor Hanson. It was 1997. I was thirteen. I was blasting MmmBop on repeat at every chance I got. Sydney was in the middle of Hanson-fever. Wow, did I have a thing for these guys. I knew every song lyric. I had no space on my walls free; they were completed covered with posters, 90% of them of the singing brothers from Tulsa. I used to watch their DVD obsessively. And then, one day, they announced an Australian visit—OH EM GEE. I wasn’t able to get to any of the promo shows, seeing that I didn’t live near a big city, but I did enter any and all competitions to try and get my hands on anything Hanson-related. And what do you know…I won one. I won a phone call with the band, and spent five glorious minutes stuttering awkwardly about how great they were and asking them random questions. My mum taped it for me, and I still have that cassette floating around somewhere at home. It’s my one claim to fame, and I’m sticking with it!
I once had a permed fringe. This could potentially be the most disturbing thing I put out there on the internet. To set the scene for you, I’ve always had long,菲律宾申博官网直营网, perfectly dead-straight fine hair. Always have, always will. But apparently when I was younger (we’re talking nine or ten here) I went through a phase. A phase that involved me desperately wanting to perm my fringe. Why just my fringe? I have no idea. Apparently I wanted the boofy fringe but the straight hair. To me, the bigger question of all is WHY ON EARTH did my mother agree to it? I’ve still yet to figure that out. Personally, I think it’s because she wanted to have a stash of photos to torment me with in the future, just like this one:
Oh, the shame. So glad that phase only lasted a year.
So now that I’ve shared a little more about me, it’s time for you to spill a quirk or two about yourself in the comments. Any other fringe-permers out there?!
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