Kittens, I’m still reading everyone’s blogs, but since I don’t post OR comment on-the-job and the next few weeks are BUSY with post-work wedding planning meetings, travel, etc. I’m desperately trying to keep up with everyone AND everything.
What do I have to show for my planning efforts?
Well, let me tell you. Last week a two-hour meeting with the invitations-guy resulted in a wording-proof announcing the wedding of Katherine X X (I have two middle names) and Christopher Scott.
Last weekend I was Expecting and apparently, now I have a new fiance.
All I want to know is WHO is this Christopher guy? And, is he a hottie?
For Context: We walked into the appointment with an invitation we LOVED (both the paper AND the font) from this printer, specifically. We had wording prepared. We were ready to provide quantities and deposit monies.
Once again, I feel like The Social Contract has been broken.
Marcus and I solemnly swear to be the most decisive, zen-like, low-maintenance engaged couple that the world has ever seen. In exchange, I feel like The Universe and our karmic balance owe us perfection.
Or at least not outright failure.
Naturally such debaucles require a re-dedication to Leisurely Pursuits.
It was like seeing The Unicorn of Snack Food.
Tonight, Marcus and I are spending date night at Toast, which is a Wine Bar in the Warehouse District of Minneapolis. In keeping with the theme of the weekend, I fully intend to eat my body weight in crostini. Don’t hate the player, hate the game.
Maybe there will be snaps. Or maybe there won’t. I’m a fan of pretty food, but I’m also a fan of places with horrible lighting. You can’t win every battle.
What are your weekend plans?
Do you believe in karma?