Friday, March 16, 2007

Registry, Menu, etc.

Hi all!

My mom suggested last night that I let people know where we've registered...

Crate and Barrel:

Registries are under Haley Glover and Eric Matson.
The restaurant hasn't yet created the spring menu, so we weren't able to include that information in the invitations. That should be ready around April 1. What I thought I'd do is get in touch with you via email or phone and let you know what the choices will be. If I don't have your email address, could you send it to me? I'm very excited to see what they'll come up with. The food there is very interesting and VERY delicious.

We're not going to have a cake, mainly because I don't really like cake all that much. The Grille makes a mean creme brulee, which is our favorite, so that will definitely be on the dessert list. The picture to the right is me enjoying said creme brulee. WICKED delicious. I also like the idea of little desserts, like chocolate strawberries or truffles. Still thinking on that.
We're enjoying a short period of down-time before things pick up again. Eric's classes are pretty slow, so he's been catching up on some homework and trying to work ahead. I'm just loving having two whole days off a week.


Friday, March 9, 2007

Maid of Honor

Because the wedding will be nice and small, and because there's no way I could imagine getting married without her up there with me, my sister Abby will be my maid of honor. And I have the distinct pleasure of being HER maid of honor in August when she gets married to her lovely fiance John.

For those of you who know her, I'm sure you'll agree that Abby is one of the most adventurous and interesting people you'd ever want to meet. She and John, for instance, spent a good 6 months touring the world. And not touring the world the way I would probably tour the world, hopping between hotels and museums--she washed elephants in Thailand, got pissed off by Maoists in China, swam in the Dead Sea, and saw John through surgery in an Indian hospital. And each time they posted an update on their blog, my jaw dropped a little further, because how did my little sister end up on the other side of the world washing an elephant???

Abs and I lived together for about a year when I moved out to Santa Fe. I had been there for about 9 months when she found a job working at the Santa Fe Rafting Company as a guide on the Rio Grande. That summer... such memories... Anyway, it was about a month before we coordinated a trip out on the river for some friends, with Abby as the guide. The first trip down the river was great--the water was nice and high, the rapids were fast, and importantly, no one fell out of the raft.

The second trip did not go so well. This time, we took the trip farther north and went through the Taos Box, which is a considerably harder run. My transmission went out about a mile out of Santa Fe, too, and we had to coast the car back into town. It was a bad start. Anyway, we were having a great time--Abby as guide, me and 4 friends, and some dude who was a jerk. And then we entered the Rock Garden. We maneuvered through all of the rocks, and then we started to get hung up... The back of our raft swung around, and Abby, the jerk, one of my friends, and the cooler got flung out of the raft, while four us of were left hanging on the now-perpendicular-to-the-water raft. For two hours.

Finally, I ended up getting dragged into shore by a tow-rope (which was held by a guy who, in normal circumstances, I wouldn't have trusted to hold my purse!), and the boat dislodged itself. It was awesome, and the entire event was captured on videotape, and is set to music from The Matrix. It nearly gave my mother a heart attack when she watched it...

Anyway, the reason I tell this story is because I think there is a turning point in the lives of siblings where they cease to view each other as merely a sister. And I guess it was then that I started admiring her not just as my sister, but as a friend and a competent adult. Abby has spent her entire adult life surprising me. She follows her dreams in a way that very few people have the confidence to do, and that just blows my mind. She's hilarious, kind, and just a totally awesome person. Yes, we have many many differences, but there is no one in this world who I trust more than Abby, and there's no one who I admire more than her. Maid of Honor, indeed.

Wednesday, March 7, 2007

My Face Hurts

Because the braces are installed. And they are accompanied by the headaches, sore mouth, and spit overproduction that are their calling cards. It's awesome to be re-entering adolescence at the age of 28.

Actually, aside from the tender face, they're quite awesome. You can't see them, they only marginally affect the way that I talk (my Ses are now sibilate... Yeth... Yeth, they are...), and I can take them out when the urge to do so strikes me.

So, on to business. I know you're breathlessly awaiting news on the shoe hunt.

Friday, I left work early (and still worked 50 hours that week, if that gives you any indication of how much we've been working), and headed over to the mall for some retail therapy. I bought two pairs of shoes. The first was a relatively simple pair of sandals, and the second was a major high-heel, gold, glitz, etc investment. I loved them. I took them both home, and tried them on with the dress, and.... they were both too high. My entire foot stuck out the bottom of my dress, and made me look like a sasquatch in satin.

So, I took them back and found a cute, comfortable, and extremely practical pair of flats. I am happy.


What I wanted vs. What I got

Friday, March 2, 2007

Got My Life Back

The budget came out on Wednesday, and after sitting through a four-hour hearing yesterday that made me even more convinced that we should re-write the Constitution to remove the legislature completely from government, we are FINISHED. Thank goodness. We basically condensed about 8 weeks of work into 4, and in addition, put the whole thing online with a bunch of extra information. So, if you're interested in looking at it, it's at I'll tell ya, it's FASCINATING.

This hearing... I can't get over it. Not only was it, as I mentioned before, FOUR HOURS, it was about 90 degrees in the hearing room, which was last refurbished in 1966 with chairs that weren't all that comfortable even back then. Then we got lectured by people who's sole mission in state government is to get the Merry-go-Round in Holyoke included in the budget, because, you know, people across the state will definitely go to Holyoke to ride on the merry-go-round, and it'll be a big boost to the local economy... Bridge to Nowhere, indeed. Uf. It's frustrating. But it's over. And with that, I will move on to things that are more interesting and fun for me. Like our wedding.

I have been absolutely overwhelmed by the positive responses we've been receiving. I can't believe how many people are coming from out of town! I was never expecting that, and it really makes me so happy that all of these great people will be there with us.

Eric and I picked out our bands last weekend, which was a lot of fun. If you know Eric at all, he's definitely not the jewelry wearing type. He didn't even have an earring in the mid-90s. Oddly enough, he picked out a pretty blingy band. I suppose next will be the thick gold chain with a dubloon on it or something...

Next on my agenda is shoes. Now, I have to admit that my tastes have gotten considerably more sophisticated since my move to Boston (it's a crying shame that my bank account hasn't followed suit). It's tempting looking at all of these glorious pairs of shoes and thinking, "Oh, you only get married once, go ahead and buy those $400 shoes. Think of all the places you'll wear them." Thankfully, my practical side knows that with $400, I could do a whole heck of a lot of cool stuff AND get a good pair of shoes, and that clearly, I would wear a pair of $400 shoes exactly once because I would be too paranoid that I'd wreck them. So, I'm on the hunt. Last weekend was what shall be known as the Undergarment Incident of 2007. Seriously. I won't go into details, but let's just say that squeezing myself into nude-colored spandex implements of torture did not make for the best Saturday afternoon of my life.

But I look fabulous in my dress. Which is nice.