Who knew a day starting with waffles and Oprah could turn out to be so productive. I got my car inspected and registered! I made sure everything with my new health insurance was on track! I emailed to switch days with a coworker so I can attend employee appreciation night at the RBC Center! I went grocery shopping! Woo!
Ok, gotta admit, I had some prompting about the car inspection thing. Some prompting by the, um, the NC State Police. Oops. Now that there are no stickers on one’s license plate, how are we to remember when to get our cars inspected? Sure, most people would take their mail notification and run straight to an auto body place, but I discarded mine and all was forgotten… until a random license and registration check two streets away from home. Now I have to go to court and show the nice judge that I’m legally licensed and registered, and that he shouldn’t take $400 from my bank account. Sheesh.
Here’s my newest wedding dilemma. Although I tried with all my might to convince Allan that my wedding dress is red silk and black lace with Mrs. Sandoval be-dazzled across the ass, the truth is my dress is ivory. It’s ivory and it’s gorgeous and I wish I could wear it every day. So, anyway, we went to Men’s Warehouse last night to see about some tuxedos. Because the men-folk wearing the tuxes are not all in one location, we had to go to a place convenient for everyone, and Men’s Warehouse fits the bill. Once there, they strongly suggested the men wear ivory shirts or else my dress will look dingy. Although I get the rationale, the Men’s Warehouse ‘ivory’ shirt is actually, basically a pale YELLOW. I hate it. It’s awful and yucky. So I visited some wedding message boards and found that a ton of other girls had the same complaint. Their solution? White shirt with an ivory vest and tie for the groom. From the pictures they posted, it seems like a nice compromise. I’m curious to see what it looks like in person. The other men-folk will wear a black tie and black vest, in case you were wondering.
Oh, and the other disappointing thing about Men’s Warehouse is their tie selection. Basically, Allan can’t tie his own tie for the wedding. They come pre-tied. But the thing is, one of the million reasons I’m marrying this particular man is his ability to tie a tie. It makes me all giddy and gives me a fluttery feeling inside when he walks in the door wearing a tie. No joke. The kid can tie a beautiful Windsor knot, and every time I’ve pictured him on the staircase during our wedding, I’ve pictured him rocking a Windsor knot. But no, Men’s Warehouse ties are like half knots or something like that. Boo to you, Men’s Warehouse!
I sent an email to a bunch of folks last night and my father responded in a very smart-ass way… to all of them. Inadvertently. Although I know he loves me and was just teasing me, to those who don’t know him and our family dynamic, it probably came off as really harsh. And it upset me. Beware of REPLY ALL, people! I can’t wait to explain to my future in-laws that my dad isn’t really a jack-ass, he’s just super sarcastic!
In other news, we’re going out to dinner tonight and I keep wanting to go to the same place over and over – Tyler’s Taproom – but I’m going there tomorrow on a lunch date with Wendy, but I still want to eat there tonight. Is that wrong? Is it wrong to want to eat their Cobb salads and garlic fries EVERY DAY?
The picture is of me & my honey looking so handsome in a Windsor knot (and Burberry tie!). At the time this picture was taken, he was NOT my honey… he just wished he was! (December 2007)