Hey you guys; don't send out the search party. You can't beeee-lieve work though. They SAVED all my work (I am an analyst) instead of portioning it out, and now I have all of it and my current stuff. I'll never get dug out. They'll find me someday, buried under a load of data that was no longer pertinent but has to be looked at anyway. Because that is how we do things. Whether it makes sense or not is irrelevant. This is The Government. It doesn't have to make sense.
And yeah, weekends are still pretty honeymoonish.
Oh, Desknee, thank you so much! What a kind thing to say...and yes, well, I was never happier, really. I waited so long for Kelly; I guess I had thought maybe I would never meet anyone like him. Good luck with your VR--I hope it is all you wish for! Don't give up believing!
This installment is called:
Aren't the brides supposed to be the crazy ones?
So: where were we? Oh yeah, I was about to get married and I am glowing inside. Oh, man oh man--I was so happy.
Sigh...
We met Randy in the lobby of the GF, and he started taking photos right away. Randy is very funny, very nice, and very easy to be with. I liked him right away. The lobby was pretty crowded, but it was manageable, and everyone was so sweet to me. I received so many compliments, and people tried hard to not get "in the way". The little girls were the most fun; they were so cute.
Okay, not everyone was sweet: Despite being told the flowers would be delivered to the GF, and my checking and double checking that was to happen, they were not. I asked Kelly to check at the front desk, and the next thing I know (because I am getting my pictures taken on the main staircase, so I'm kinda busy) some woman from the GF front desk is all up in my face hollering about how she can't help, she doesn't know who to call, yada yada. I am trying not to laugh, because the whole thing is so silly. Hey! WAIT A MINUTE!
I'm the bride! Aren't I supposed to be the one having the bridezilla moments?!?
And I'm laughing, and everyone in that part of the lobby is all shocked, and I'm thinking: "Ya know what, lady? Once upon a time I used to deal with hostile mobs in places like Somalia. You know there were bigger issues then than flowers. So. You need to be quiet, desk lady peson. Seriously." But I am not saying anything, just looking at her, very calmly. Then I pick up my silk skirts, and take one little step towards her.
And she promptly turns and runs.
LOL.
I know. It's touching. Very lady-like and princess-y. But there ya go. That's me. And then it happens, you know? Oneof those moments you don't get maybe ever, and once or twice in a lifetime if you are really lucky: Standing there on the staircase, after the Screaming Desk Clerk scampers off, Kelly catches my eye and cocks an eyebrow, and we both laugh because he knows what I am thinking, and I know he knows, and he understands how I think--no, more than he understands, he celebrates how I think! because maybe it isn't how I "should" think, or maybe it isn't how most people would be, but it is how I think, and how *I* am, and he loves it--- and in that moment I could care less about the flowers. I am marrying my best friend. The missing part of me I didn't even know was missing till I found it--and missing flowers, and pouring rain...well... it's all "oh, who cares?"
Unsolicited Advice Time: Anyone even thinking about marrying someone that doesn't truly CELEBRATE you--you in all your good and bad and ugly and beautiful--STOP! Don't do it. Because somewhere out there is the One Person that will. And life is far too short to spend it with anyone that doesn't make you glad to be you.
While Kelly and I are having that staring-at-each-other-across-a-crowded-room moment, Randy (the OUTSIDE VENDOR) gets on the phone and finds out the what the deal is. Turns out to be a screw up by the deliver-er, which in our case is the Mears limo driver.
Oh, crud. I have a meeting. More later.