I'm nothing if not a preparer. I insist upon knowing what to expect in every new endeavor. Wedding gown shopping was no exception. Especially so because I had been looking forward to the day for no less than 20 (yes, 20) years and I wanted everything to be perfect.
The internet did not disappoint. It told me to carry a strapless bra and shoes about the same heel height that I expected to wear on the big day. The internet clued me in on the lingo as well so that I would be prepared to toss around "portrait neckline", "pick-ups" and "caviar beading" like a Vera Wang protege. The internet even warned me that I must be willing to stand in front of a complete stranger in my skivvies, while said stranger dressed me in layers of silk and organza. Ack!!
Actually, not ack. Any opportunity to be treated like child queen and fashion pioneer Marie Antoinette is always a plus in my book. Except for that unfortunate beheading part, of course.
All in all, I would say that the internet is a wonderful resource for brides to be venturing out on their first "find the wedding gown of my dreams" day. But there is one incredibly important piece of advice the internet did not have for brides. Until now.
Should you, the night before your shopping adventure, find yourself delayed in the airport for 2 hours, do not, I repeat, DO NOT get sloshed at the airport bar with the other stranded passengers. Sure, drinking with strangers while watching NCAA basketball is a fine way to spend any other Friday evening, except this one. Especially when the bartender offers $3 shots with any beer.
Ack!! (for real this time)
Hopeless
Monday, March 16, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
One time, at debate camp...
What a week.
Being in a long-distance relationship gives you many opportunities to think -- about why you miss people, whether missing people is healthy, and who, exactly, is worth missing. If you know me, then you won't be surprised to hear that I spent much of the last week, during which my Love was actually here, thinking about what I would miss most when she was gone.
And before you go rolling your eyes, it's not because I'm a pessimist. When I say that I soaked up every single possible moment that we had together, I do not exaggerate. But I am a realist. I knew, from experience, that when she left, I would feel it. I was just trying to understand what I would feel most.
An old maxim, probably taught to every debater, mock trialer, or other aspiring orator came to mind around mid-week -- primacy and recency. Very simply put, the things that will stick to your audience's minds like a 10 year old tongue to a freezing cold flag pole are what you begin with and what you end with. So start and end strong.
Perhaps I'm just an old debate nerd, but the same holds true when I spend time with my Love. What I look forward to the most, what makes her being here so much more than her not being here isn't what we do. It is how we begin the day with a giggle or end it with a sigh. It is our quiet time at day break and night fall that make us more us than anything else we do. It is the good morning and the good night that I knew my heart would remember, and miss, most.
I hate being right.
If I may be so bold as to offer a bit of advice, without presumption of wisdom, but only experience as my guide, it is to cherish your "good mornings" and "good nights". When debate camp is over, those are the stories you will tell.
Hopeless
Being in a long-distance relationship gives you many opportunities to think -- about why you miss people, whether missing people is healthy, and who, exactly, is worth missing. If you know me, then you won't be surprised to hear that I spent much of the last week, during which my Love was actually here, thinking about what I would miss most when she was gone.
And before you go rolling your eyes, it's not because I'm a pessimist. When I say that I soaked up every single possible moment that we had together, I do not exaggerate. But I am a realist. I knew, from experience, that when she left, I would feel it. I was just trying to understand what I would feel most.
An old maxim, probably taught to every debater, mock trialer, or other aspiring orator came to mind around mid-week -- primacy and recency. Very simply put, the things that will stick to your audience's minds like a 10 year old tongue to a freezing cold flag pole are what you begin with and what you end with. So start and end strong.
Perhaps I'm just an old debate nerd, but the same holds true when I spend time with my Love. What I look forward to the most, what makes her being here so much more than her not being here isn't what we do. It is how we begin the day with a giggle or end it with a sigh. It is our quiet time at day break and night fall that make us more us than anything else we do. It is the good morning and the good night that I knew my heart would remember, and miss, most.
I hate being right.
If I may be so bold as to offer a bit of advice, without presumption of wisdom, but only experience as my guide, it is to cherish your "good mornings" and "good nights". When debate camp is over, those are the stories you will tell.
Hopeless
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