Last night I was up in Wisconsin, I mean the far north suburbs, helping with wedding prep. It's all craziness now. And no, I don't think I'll make it up there at 9am to help decorate the church Thursday morning. I don't even get to work before 9am most days. I know, it sounds like an easy schedule. But I stay late because our classes start in the evening so I'm here 'til 6 or later most nights making sure that all is well before I head home or off to my evening activity.
So Wedding - yes. Saturday. I'm off Thursday and Friday to do whatever. I mean, I do plan to sleep in and all that. Hopefully my dress will get done. Hee. And the dress for the matron of honor gets to Paris before she gets on a plane to come here.
But this weekend.
I am old. OLD! And this was confirmed by a lady in the dressing room at Loeman's or however you spell it. So a friend and I did a little shopping Friday night. In my group of people she has been nicknamed "Kid" probably because she's the youngest of us. Makes sense, right? Honestly, I had nothing to do with that nickname so I don't know where it came from. But I perpetuate it so whatever. And while we were shopping I was doing some fetching for her different sizes and such. And calling her Kid when I went back to the dressing room looking for her. The lady working in the dressing room starts talking about how lucky Kid is to have me come shopping with her. "So nice...Lucky...blah blah blah... Because HER MOTHER would never go shopping with her when she was that age." She thought I was Kid's mother. Kid is 25. Me? I'm half-way through 29. Even if she thought Kid was shopping for prom or graduation. Still-I do not look old enough to have a 17-year old child. Rather sucky. I must say.
This weekend my friends threw me a little graduation party. Yay! They so completely rock those friends of mine. Note the balloons and yummy parfait looking things and the fresh fruit. And... the fun colors and the napkins with "h" on them. Because I'm pretty self-centered and thrilled when anyone makes a fuss over me.
(Kid is in the striped shirt)
And this cake. Oh My God! My roommate made this awesome cake. So awesome that I thought about it all day yesterday and the one thing I did when I got home last night from wedding craziness was to get a slice of it and then I crawled into bed. Somehow I have gotten it in my head that I love this chocolate & lemon combination so it was chocolate cake with lemon frosting. (And that's an H on the top in chocolate shavings in case you are wondering)
OK. And besides the kick ass cake, she gave me a little gift. With a card so funny and so me that I just laughed and laughed. And one of our friends pointed out it was an interesting choice for a seminary graduation.
Oh, and after the wedding? I fly out the RI to see the familia. Dad turns 60 next week. Everyone say happy birthday to Dad!So maybe I'll be back in a week or so. Be safe and get in some relaxing over the long weekend.