how the helll? I'm becoming BRIDEZILLA but inebriated

How the hell did I get here?
I am sitting in my living room with empty boxes from early wedding gifts around me, slightly drunk. It's two fifteen in the fucking morning. I am getting married in 10 days, one registry delightedly informs me. jesus. how the fuck did I end up here, drunk and singing to Defying Gravity and I think it's only just now hit me that I'm getting married to the boy who got up not an hour an a hlaf ago to say hi when I got in, scratching his ass all the while. I might have made that up. I am drunk. good thing we have recieved so many gifts pertaining to the imbibing of alcohol. This can be a regular occurence..... I think i spelled that wrong ooof. i woiuld spell check, but I think this will be more embarrassing when I read this at a (much) later date.... off to drunkenly print up the programs.... heeheeheeheeheeheeheehee

And that, alcoholic readers, is all. *hic*

so much to do, so little time

So, on my list of things to accomplish before I leave in 6 days to go to CA to get married:

• print all pages of ceremony programs

  
  

• write 7 thank you notes -- sounds like a small number until you've written "Thank you so much for the..." so many times

  
  

• alter my cousin's bridesmaid dress

  
  

• pack -- and don't forget anything important, i.e. wedding shoes (beaded converse allstars, biatch); special, super-unsexy, self-adhesive silicone bra so I don't get too jiggly with it; cell phone charger (highly important and oft forgotten in the past); special gifts for bridesmaids (still need finishing-see next bullet on list); and other things that I have, of course, already forgotten.

  
  

• finish special bridesmaids gifts

  
  

• run 8 performances of Pride & Prejudice (at great personal risk, I assure you).

  
  

• go grocery shopping, and

  
  

• attempt to calm my mother down about all this wedding shit.... christ.

Yeah, I'll be getting my beauty rest.

Of course, all of this writing on the blog right now? Just a way to procrastinate a wee bit more, cantankerous reader.

That is all.

so sleepy

an update: I am now gainfully employed FULL TIME, working as a dresser on this production of Pride and Prejudice. Full time theatre work. It's the first time that I've done that outside of summerstock. And I'm making twice what I was making at Gap. But it's tech week and I'm working fourteen hour days and I am so fucking tired it's unbelievable. I'm not as young and energetic as I once was and I have so much shit that I need to be doing for the wedding everyday, and I am a little stressed out by it all. But I nearly cried when I was told last night at 11pm (after working 12 hours) that I needed to be in in the morning at 10:30am. I really hate it when work consumes my life. Because I really need a balance of work and recreation/errand/creative time. I don't havethat right now and it's frustrating. I have big plans to paint my dining room this deep wine color an rag it lightly with gold glaze, etc. etc. and I still have not been able to get to Home Depot to get the paint. I really want this to be done by the time I runn off to get married in a couple of weeks. And I really want my home to be organized and clean for when we come home from the honeymoon. (Fucking bridal nails are making it very difficult to type -- another frustration.)
And because of all this stress, I am breaking out. Badly. Like high school. And I know that it's vain, but goddamn it I really want to be a pretty, glowing bride on my wedding day. I want to have no bags under my eyes (I have the full luggage set stored there now). I want to have beautiful, clear, glowing skin (not pepperoni pizza). I don't think that I am particularly vain normally, but I don't plan on getting married again, so as far as I am concerned, this is it -- I have to get this right. Fuckin' A.

I have to run off to Bloody Pride and Prejuduce now. The preview starts in 9 hours, so I hope that I'm not late. Good thing it's a 3 hour long production. GRRRRRRR!

that, alert readers, is all.