Oh, it is so Friday today. Maybe it's the weather (which has finally gone over 70 today after a week of cold and cloudy), maybe it's the impending Picnic Day festivities tomorrow, but I get the feeling the whole office is ready to get out of here, and has been since around 9 a.m. The head of the department has been going around wishing us a happy Friday, people are talking about leaving early to go fishing, my fellow clerk's going to Ashland for the weekend... I think we just all want to go out into the sunshine already. I was tempted to go eat outside today, except the wind was strong enough to blow my food away and I decided to skip it. I want out already. I've had a headache since early this morning after proofreading a lot of small type, and I want to get out and clear my head. I can't concentrate on work much.

I mentioned the wedding book mania thing to Dave and how it was disturbing me I was looking at this stuff, and he was all, "Well, we do have to start planning it sometime." Here's an amusing one for you: In What No One Tells The Bride, there's a mention of a "Mission Impossible" wedding where the bride and groom had the ceremony, then immediately pulled out guns and did this kind of mystery event. I thought this was hilarious and mentioned it to him, and he thought the idea of some kind of funky theme wedding would be great. I'd go for that myself. Then he came out with wanting some kind of "combat wedding." Involving paintballing or swords or something, I'm not entirely sure what. Getting the first fight over with and all... I wasn't so thrilled with that, mainly because I kept thinking "Yeah, and you're gonna beat me in two seconds." (Sure, if he wants to like, go swordfight with people, I'm fine with it... I just find the idea of doing it with ME scary!) He's all "not necessarily," and I'm all "Yeah, and you're gonna beat me in two seconds." I'm just not a girl you can have a fair fight with physically, you know? Twiggy arms and legs and all.

Oh man, imagining the look on Mom's face if she heard this...

Tomorrow's Picnic Day, and the more I think about it, the more I'm not so looking forward to it. Oh, the joys of traveling in a pack with seven other people, none of whom will go anywhere you want to go. Plus the joys of having to haul Dad around in a wheelchair on rough terrain for the first time this year. There's so many cool events that go on on that day, and I suspect I will see not a one of them. (Well, maybe the fashion show if I beg and whine and sneak off or something.) We'll probably have to leave early to miss the traffic/Dad's too tired of sitting, etc. I know it's a big family event for us UCD folks and those who love us, but... I'm feeling nostalgic for the year that all of them refused to come to Picnic Day for one reason or another and I got to go see stuff for a change.

Hill sent me this very dramatically written story about some guy walking upstairs, very ominously opening a trunk to find...an ifoundit orange shirt! Hah! Talk about surprise endings!

Anyway, I went to the pottery place in this town, which lets you paint plates and other stuff like that for gifts, and then fires them, etc. for you. I am thinking of doing one for Mom, since she's generally rather plate-crazy. However, I found that the plates are about $20 or so, and then there's a $10 studio fee, and another fee after that, plus they're only open later than 6 p.m. on Thursdays and Fridays (so I'd have one day to get it done on before Mom's days). Kind of a pain in the ass, you know? I don't know what I'll do, though Hill has suggested some good present ideas- buying her Princess Diaries (the movie), since Mom seems to like the books, and going to a Chinese grocery and buying plates. We shall see.

I also went wedding book shopping and well, went insane a bit. I got How To Have The Wedding You Want (sounded like a nice coping book) and the Anti-Bride Guide for planning stuff. I also went a little nuts and picked up Diary of a Mad Bride (sounded amusing) and a Buffy book (well, hey, it is Buffy). I felt so embarrassed walking around with these things and was hiding the titles. I swear, it was like I was smuggling contraband. What if someone I knew saw me and all? Fortunately, I got the lone Borders employee who doesn't like to chat with you about what you're buying, so phew. it's no wonder I love Indiebride, they seem to feel the same way:

"The first time I bought a bridal magazine, I felt like I was buying porn. When I lugged a mammoth issue of Bride's up to the counter, I actually found myself asking the cashier to stick it in a brown paper bag. Why was I so ashamed? Because purchasing a wedding magazine felt hopelessly retrograde, almost an act of betrayal, as if I was condoning the petals-and-tulle fantasy world propagated by these cheery publications. I wasn't planning a very traditional wedding, so what did they have to offer me anyway? And yet, for reasons I cannot quite explain, the beatific bride on those thick, shiny publications beckoned to me."

Anyway. After I had my contraband shopping spree (and spent WAY too much money...), Hill and I went to Chevy's and had fun with margaritas. We then came home and she taught me how to make a wire beaded ring- and we had more margaritas. "You need that before dealing with your parents." The phone conversation with Dave that night was a hoot because we put him on the speakerphone and Hill started playing various songs to him to see if he'd get them right. (Hill calls him "too funny." I think that's her highest compliment.) Though there was a slight weirdness after Hill put That Thing You Do! on to watch and we were commenting on how cute Tom Everett Scott was. Oops, maybe I shouldn't have, huh? Though in all honesty, I think that guy's cute (in that movie anyway- depends on what he's in) well, because he reminds me of Dave. Dark hair, big blue eyes, likes music, is a smartass... you get the picture. Fortunately Dave doesn't go around claiming to be Spartacus, though. I always thought that was kinda strange. Not like I should talk, though...

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