Yesterday I went to Coolidge Corner Theater to see Drop Dead Gorgeous with my friends Ginny and Fiona. I’m glad Ginny found out that the theater was playing it on their throwback/rewind night. I love this freaking movie, it’s hilarious. It’s a mockumentary-style movie about beauty pageant contestants in a tiny Minnesota town.
Before the show, the theater held a small talent show using members of the audience for prizes. The girl that could bleet like a goat, won. It was awesome! After the show, we had tickets to the after party at a local sushi/hibachi restaurant. They only had a limited amount of free sushi and beer. The beer guys took forever to arrive. When he turned up, I helped myself to some beers before the bartenders had a chance to take it out. Gotta be aggressive!
Anyway, I was feeling all calm and shit about wedding-planning until today. I am starting to get anxiety. We’re about 8 days away now, and I knew the anxiety would surface soon. I’m not really nervous about the wedding itself, or the life-long commitment of marriage. Nah, not really my style to freak out about big things, I like to sweat the small stuff. For example, I’m not a fan of being the center of attention. So the whole “walking down the aisle” moment, along with the first dance, and father/daughter dance are freaking me the fuck out. I dunno why. It’s such a short part of the day, but I like to dwell on it. The day will come and go quickly, so I’m hoping once the moments arrive, I’ll be okay.