Mmmm...coffee. I need the jolt today.
Allergies are kicking my ass, starting with what feels like a bubble in my head, behind my eyebrows. Ugh! This dreary weather sucks ass too. And then driving into work this morning talking on the phone, I got into a mini-argument (well more arguing on his end, then mine) with Big D about something totally silly. I hate that! And I try to make the point that it's not even worth the breath we're wasting on it and he just keeps going and going and going, like the freaking energizer bunny! And he thinks I can't let stuff go? Ha!
And I'm also annoyed at the guys in the bridal party. I didn't mention this before but Big D's Stag party (that was supposed to be tomorrow night) had to be canceled for "lack of interest". As in, not enough tickets were being sold to just break even! WHY you may ask?
1. For starters, the guys didn't start planning the damn thing till about 3 weeks ago...hello? It's not like they haven't had a freakin' year and a half and they waited till a month max to start planning?!? Needless to say, by the time a lot of guys found out the date of the stag, they already had previous plans and could not go!
2. Secondly, they did not make the stag in a centrally-located town. Instead they planned it in the town D's dad lives and the two groomsmen (who were planning the majority of it) live, and yet this town is at least 25 minutes away from D (not a huge deal, yes) but for most others it would have been like a half hour to an hour plus drive one way for friends and D's coworkers! Factor in the exorbitant price of gas lately and the fact that these guys would be driving home most likely intoxicated, and that is another reason no one wanted to go!!
3. And last but not least, the one thing D wanted at his stag, entertainment (i.e. strippers!) they weren't even going to have! So of COURSE with absolutely no entertainment, a far drive, and last minute planning...no tickets were selling.
I am angry and feeling bad for Daryl cuz this is supposed to be his fun party--his last hurrah--and I feel like he has been cheated. Some of the guys are now planning on taking him out Saturday night but even that has turned into an insane cluster-f*ck. His two groomsmen who don't live close by want to use DARYL'S truck (our only personal vehicle) to drive around in cuz one of them has a big-ass diesel guzzling truck and the other I think don't even has a car. The other guys who are going would probably be willing to drive but it's like the whole night depends now on these two groomsmen, one of which who up until this point, Daryl hadn't even heard from in like EIGHT MONTHS. EIGHT FREAKIN' MONTHS. Now, I know guys aren't like women and don't need to chat all the time or go out for coffee (or martinis! LOL) but still, you're the best man in a wedding and you can't call your boy for eight months?!?! (and you are supposed to be CLOSE FRIENDS?) Am I being unreasonable in thinking this is unacceptable? Hell, maybe I am just thinking like a woman, and that's the problem.
Okay, I guess I really needed to vent about that. Ha ha! I only planned on this being a short little paragraph. So much for that.
Thank GOD...fifteen more days, fifteen more days, fifteen more days...and this whole 3-ring circus will be over and it will just be me and D, the only two who matter, holding hands and staring into each other's eyes and appreciating every crazy, stress-filled, insane moment that lead us up to that point.
Oh, and I get to dress up like a princess.
Mmmmm....back to coffee.....