bridezilla!
Mar. 11th, 2007 02:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolWeird night last night. I cleaned the kitchen obsessively - it's something I find myself doing once a month - and then read fanfiction all night. As I revelled in the novelty of being able to stay up late without having to worry about the next morning (I love my weekends), I heard Corinne and her boyfriend come back. Well, you know, that's fair enough.
I was woken up this morning at about... well, the sun was just rising, so it was no later than 7am. I was woken up by someone having a very, very noisy orgasm, or really getting into stubbing their toe.
You know, I hate living in the one bedroom in the house that means I have a close and personal relationship to the intimate movements of everyone around me. Although, you know, the rest of us stay quiet. Oiy.
And then I walked into the kitchen several hours later to discover it being absolutely filthy from cooking and food being left around. I nearly cried.
Anyway! Apart from hideous sex noises and my terrible tendancy to a newly-discoverd OCD about the kitchen, today has been a good day thus far. Katie and I, both having wedding dates in the Far Far Future (a future that is coming quicker and quicker) have both tentatively set up wedding folders and went out to a wedding fayre in the Old Course Hotel this morning. It was... educational, mostly about Stuff I Can't Afford. (Cars, posh photographers, cakes and jewellery were all the most terrifying.) Did, however, get lots of ideas about how to make stuff cheaper (i.e. seeing the expensive stuff and working out who I knew who could do that) and got lots of free stuff. Cake, Scottish tablet, lots of leaflets and magazines, was offered free booze (Katie accepted; I had to drive, alas) and best of all, I've got a free hair appointment on Wednesday. Okay, it's in Kirkcaldy, but I haven't been to a hairdresser since, er, August, and the last time I got it cut was by Sarah in about November. So hurrah for that!
Unfortunately, Katie and I going together, both with engagement rings on, presented an odd picture. We had lots of delicate 'Who's the bride?' questions (it got quicker to say 'both of us, different dates') and at one point, we were loitering near the stall for civil partnerships. A woman strode up and said, in a gentle and understanding voice, 'Are you looking for something, perhaps?'
I don't think we were supposed to giggle so hysterically in response.
And now I have to stop looking at wedding magazines and picking colour schemes (have fun, bridesmaids, and yes Simon will get a say in this as long as it's the same as my say) and should do something sensible, like the large amount of work I have to do by Friday.I
I was woken up this morning at about... well, the sun was just rising, so it was no later than 7am. I was woken up by someone having a very, very noisy orgasm, or really getting into stubbing their toe.
You know, I hate living in the one bedroom in the house that means I have a close and personal relationship to the intimate movements of everyone around me. Although, you know, the rest of us stay quiet. Oiy.
And then I walked into the kitchen several hours later to discover it being absolutely filthy from cooking and food being left around. I nearly cried.
Anyway! Apart from hideous sex noises and my terrible tendancy to a newly-discoverd OCD about the kitchen, today has been a good day thus far. Katie and I, both having wedding dates in the Far Far Future (a future that is coming quicker and quicker) have both tentatively set up wedding folders and went out to a wedding fayre in the Old Course Hotel this morning. It was... educational, mostly about Stuff I Can't Afford. (Cars, posh photographers, cakes and jewellery were all the most terrifying.) Did, however, get lots of ideas about how to make stuff cheaper (i.e. seeing the expensive stuff and working out who I knew who could do that) and got lots of free stuff. Cake, Scottish tablet, lots of leaflets and magazines, was offered free booze (Katie accepted; I had to drive, alas) and best of all, I've got a free hair appointment on Wednesday. Okay, it's in Kirkcaldy, but I haven't been to a hairdresser since, er, August, and the last time I got it cut was by Sarah in about November. So hurrah for that!
Unfortunately, Katie and I going together, both with engagement rings on, presented an odd picture. We had lots of delicate 'Who's the bride?' questions (it got quicker to say 'both of us, different dates') and at one point, we were loitering near the stall for civil partnerships. A woman strode up and said, in a gentle and understanding voice, 'Are you looking for something, perhaps?'
I don't think we were supposed to giggle so hysterically in response.
And now I have to stop looking at wedding magazines and picking colour schemes (have fun, bridesmaids, and yes Simon will get a say in this as long as it's the same as my say) and should do something sensible, like the large amount of work I have to do by Friday.
