Of course there is! The flashy part of me wants to go to Vegas and get all dolled up only to be married by some cheesy celebrity-impersonator. The sentimental part of me keeps crying inside that people will be offended if they aren't invited. But really--I can't pay for everyone to fly to Vegas with us. I'm only a lowly little makeup counter girl, pitching skincare to the masses.
So today I'm not going to open a single wedding-related website (other than my own shiny new blog), ask Nick how he feels about color palettes, or bemoan my trickling cash-flow. Today I'm going to go to work and try to remember that this weekend I'm turning 26 and maybe I should think about planning a night out rather than a day that's at least a year away. And if I'm feeling particularly cynical, I may just pull random dates out of my ass when asked the inevitable question, "When are you getting married?!?"
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