Leo with the serious side eye. He’s all…it’s Friday. Let’s go. I’m over this.
My Bachelorette Weekend
I spent this past weekend with 12 of my closest girlfriends out in the North Fork area of Long Island. I can pretty much sum it all up in one word: champagne.
We all had a nice dinner & went out to a bar on Friday night. Saturday we had a limo take us around for the day & the weather gods truly blessed us. It was golden sunshine & clear skies and we drank outdoors at the wineries all day.
At one point, while we were all sitting on couches in the vineyard at Sparkling Pointe I had this euphoric moment. It honestly was just so special being with all these girls who all play such major roles in my life, in the sunshine, drinking champagne. I really was able to take in the moment and appreciate it all.
…Even though I made everyone PROMISE me there would not a stripper…you can see how thrilled I was about that…
I cannot thank my MOH Lulu enough for all the hard work and planning and stress to make everything so perfect for me. And for everyone taking time from their busy schedules and traveling from near and far to celebrate with me & spoil me with so many gifts and surprises. I felt so loved and special all weekend long.
Next thing on the list…time to get married!!
Just stocking up on the essentials for this weekend.
Clearly, one of the most important things to us in the wedding planning process was ensuring we like the wine that is going to be served on our big day. Our venue gave us 5 complimentary bottles of their house wines/champagne to take home & try out. My parents had Jamie & I over last night for dinner & the official wine tasting get together.
It was a really nice time, all being together and talking about the wedding and having a home cooked meal with my parents. My dad has collected wines from all around the world for most of his life, so he took this part of the wedding planning very seriously. I was literally raised with no choice but to love & appreciate good wine.
We sampled each bottle and compared thoughts and gave them a fair chance, pairing with each course. Unfortunately, this wine was not so great. Really, the pinot grigio was straight up syrup. The wines all got 2 thumbs down across our advisory board. Never have I ever seen so much wine poured down the drain, it was a tragedy.
Life is too short to drink bad wine. I will be smuggling in my favorite bottles under my wedding dress.
"'There's no need for heartbreak warfare. It's called 'I love you' — 'I love you too'. 'I need more love' — 'You got more love', and you can get through life like that. Shouldn't you just on days where you want more love be like 'I had a bad dream that you were sleeping around, it's really irrational, but just love me extra today'. Why can't we just have this thing where you just say 'Just love me extra today'. If I was with somebody and they said 'Love me extra today', I would love them extra forever.'"
Some Hump Day Happies
My mom surprised me with a cute new J Crew shirt. She said she thought it would be perfect for my bachelorette next weekend. My mama is just the sweetest.
And Leo was even happier. He got a beloved gift bag to stick his head into, his favorite past-time.
Been feeling cranky and moody and stressed and anxious in these last few weeks of wedding planning. Telling myself to only focus on the positive. My bachelorette party is next weekend in North Fork, NY, where 13 of us girls will be wining & dining our way through the area. I don’t know all the details - my wonderful MOH is keeping everything under wraps - but I am getting super excited for it. I am very overdue for time with my best girlfriends & always ready for a wine-full weekend.
Scared to go on Tumblr or Facebook or any news homepage today. Did not get to watch the HIMYM finale last night, probably won’t be able to until tomorrow. And really, just prolonging it because I have been in love with Ted Mosby for a decade and I am not ready to say goodbye!
Palm Beach Weekend
It is a rough life down there in the sunshine state. Iced coffees for breakfast, spending afternoons by the pool, driving the convertible to a tiki bar for happy hour…the biggest daily decision was where to go to dinner each night.
We were on cloud nine the entire time. Honestly, it would have been the perfect weekend had it not been for the flight home last night. A four hour delay, then getting told we had to stall for another hour on the runway, horrific turbulence, a family next to us that coughed and sneezed the entire time, landed in Newark by 1am. Finally made it into our bed by 2am. Pretty sure we both did not speak or look at one another the entire time. The only thing we would have been capable of was crying or screaming.
Really exhausted today to say the least. Sucks when trips end on such a sour note. Trying to blank that whole ordeal out of my memory and remember how amazing the sunshine felt instead.
Jamie & I are heading down to Palm Beach tonight for a long weekend. Jamie had a floating holiday he had to use before March 31st, so over enough wine the other night I convinced him to just take tomorrow off & we could fly down to Florida. And so, we are doing just that.
We have 40 days left until the wedding. Things are getting a little hectic around here. It will be nice for us to sneak away from the stress & relax and just enjoy some alone time during these last few weeks of being fiances.
And you know, sunshine. Don’t even remember what that feels like.
[Photo from a 2010 trip to Florida. Makes me laugh, carrying a cooler and chairs and snorkel gear to the beach. OK, Danny Tanner.]
A Late Night Solicitor
Last night at 8:30pm my doorbell rang. I had just gotten home from the gym; I was home alone making myself dinner and excited to catch up on Parenthood. Being that we are new to the neighborhood, hearing the doorbell ring is still very foreign. I have maybe heard it 4 times, always for deliveries. We don’t have a peephole on the door and I was straining to look out one of the windows but could not see if anyone was actually there. I opened the door a crack and peeked out, shocked when I saw a man’s face.
It was a door to door solicitor, he was holding a clipboard and instantly rattling off facts about clean water action and being pushy. I was in a tee shirt, bra-less, pajama pants, sock-less. I was shivering at the door staring at this guy like, seriously? It is 8 o’clock at night. You are ringing my doorbell? You are asking me for money?! I told him no and he looked at me blankly, insisting all of my neighbors were contributing, which I rolled my eyes at. He pushed pamphlets at me, asking me to write letters to our senator and print them out and that he would be back in 30 minutes to collect the letters from me.
A weekend of happy hours at home, spring cleaning, wedding errands, afternoon naps, early bed times & zero hangovers. A Sunday spent pampering myself with a facial appointment and a manicure & pedicure. Ending the day by playing darts with my fiance at our local bar, our new found favorite past time.
It reached the 60’s on Saturday, hence the overeager spring colors on my nails. Ignoring the fact that Jersey is supposed to get snow tomorrow. Really not sure how much more cold weather my soul can take.
But anyway, this weekend was a good one.