a new blogger

It's obvious I'm a new blogger... but I am a writer... and bored mostly...

I am now planning my wedding (woot!) so I am going to blog about that. If I got anything done for the wedding I guess that would be best.

The only thing we currently have done is a venue... and colors... and other little things. Little meaning not very important and not really helpful to the moving forward part of any planning process.

Our dream venue was a ski lodge in Southern Pennsylvania. It was beautiful, held enough people, and was a great price! It took me weeks to get my mother on board with it - so obsessed she was about golf courses and not driving 2 hours to our dream wedding destination. When I finally convinced her (or, more accurately, the average price of wedding venues in Northern Virginia convinced her) I called the resort and found out immediately that they don't do weddings during the ski season. (aka, January. aka, the month I want to have my wedding in. aka, the first tears spilt over the newly born concept of getting married nearly a week after the proposal tears).

So after lots of hemming and hawing about resorts in Virginia that were also 2 hours away if not more may or may not have weddings during the ski months, we ended up at a nice little golf course in Northern VA. It's very pretty (of course, over 3 feet of snow dropped on us in January/February of this year and my prevailing love of snow makes anything that is covered with snow equal very pretty) and holds the amount of people we want (want meaning have to have because i have a big family and so does my boyfri-- fiance... i hate that word) and caters weddings and gave us glorious discounts on both reception and ceremony rooms along with three or four (can't remember now) hors d'oeurves (favorite part of every wedding) on the cheap (January wedding FTW).

OK, overuse of parentheses aside... we have one set thing for my wedding. Oh and my colors, aubergine and white and sparkle (the notion of 'sparkle' is very vague, i know... but its not really silver... just sparkle for snow... and the aubergine [also known as eggplant but aubergine sounds like a color not an icky vegetable] came from a set of curtains that i got and made me fall in love with the color... inspiration comes to you in mysterious ways).

it's amazing how weddings suddenly make people your best friends (though the option of free food and, especially, free booze would make me anybody's best friend). literally, i announced (via facebook, classy is my middle name) that i was engaged, i had old high school friends and girlfriends of fiance's friends who happened to friend me (verb) on facebook but never actually speak to me or have met me in person sending me messages to "keep them in the loop" (translated swiftly to, i want to be invited, can you tell me im invited, am i invited?) and, less archaicly (is that a word?) "can i come to your wedding?"

ok, i confess. i've been reading the lovely ihateplanningmywedding.blogspot.com and i have been inspired to write myself (and not only am i now talking to myself in her way of writing, but I also kind of find a little of myself in her writing and liked it enough to start doing it again yay! thanks!)... and of course i wanted to continue blogging anyway but i didn't expect to and then i just started typing because i'm bored at work. It happens.

Tonight I have wine and snacks planned with my lovely Maid of Honor - childhood friend who acted surprised when I told her she was my MOH (hate that too but also lazy enough to abbreviate... even though abbreviate has more letters than maid of honor and typing them both and over and over again actually took more effort than writing it out the first time... oh well) when she actually knew it all along - because it's her birthday tomorrow and I have a hockey game so I will only see her after at a bar. The wine and snacks and MOH thing has been kind of getting me through the day (along with reading ihateplanningmywedding.blogspot.com... i am an efficient master of the multitask)

Here's to port wine cheese, twelve dollar chardonnay, and blogs about hating the best time of your life!

-Bo. J. (short for bonejangles... just in case you wondered)