I can sum up this weekend in four words: I said yes to the dress!
Okay, now that the cheese has been put away, let me just say this–I love the dress. I tried it on last weekend and really liked it, but still decided to try on a few more just to be safe. I’m glad I did because a) going to a boutique let me have the full “Say Yes to the Dress” experience (minus getting jacked up by Monte); and b) trying six or seven other dresses makes me feel completely and totally confident that the dress I picked is the one for me. It’s really strange because I did like some of the other dresses I tried on, but I just kept going back to the same one. It’s comfortable, it’s simple, it’s just exactly what I wanted..and I really really wish I could post a picture here, but for obvious reasons, that will have to wait.
So, moving on…this weekend was jam-packed with one-on-one Kristy vs Parents time. On Friday, I took the ol’ Metra home with my dad, saw Lucy (which was pretty disappointing), and stayed up past my bedtime to watch a special episode of Say Yes to the Dress, completely focused on a wedding at the Atlantis. And in an interesting turn of events, seeing the hotel on TV actually inspired me to change our venue from Paradise Beach to Ocean Overlook. Essentially, we’ll still be on the beach, but now in a gazebo. A pinner on Pinterest said it best: “Beach wedding, hold the sand.”
Saturday consisted of brunch with my mom and dad, and then shuffling around to the different wedding shops with my mom and sister. We had an appointment at the boutique first, where I tried on five or six dresses, narrowed it down to two, and then headed over to David’s Bridal to try on “the chosen one” again. I liked it, but still wanted to compare it to one of the other dresses at the store. So, we went back to the boutique (this time with my dad in tow…apparently he showed up to David’s and walked into the dressing room like a mad man. Hysterical). I tried on a few more dresses, kind of sorted liked one of them a lot…but knew that the one at David’s was the one for me. Everyone agreed, so we headed back to David’s, I tried on the dress so my dad could see it, rang the I-found-my-dress bell (a tradition there, I guess), placed the order, and that was it. Woof. It was a long, exciting day and it left me absolutely pooped.
So, we capped off Saturday night with steaks and a bonfire…complete with s’mores. Which means my August challenge hit a slight hiatus, but whateverIdon’tcare. I’m back on it now.
Sunday morning, we headed back toward the city (before Tristan completely freaked out. Absence makes his heart grow angry). Tristan and I hung around a bit, went to dinner with his uncle and sister, and then watched an EPIC episode of Big Brother. Oh god the drama. So much drama.
THAT IS ALL!