We’re having dinner at Castle Falls tomorrow (no worries…I’m not really gonna dress like a crazy person), checking out the Chesapeake Boathouse and the OK History Center Saturday, and then having dinner with our families (together!) Sunday evening.
So to get ready for all that wedding-related stuff, I’m…uh…going to bed super early tonight. Apparently staying up til 1am and waking up 5 hours later is catching up to me.
Castle Falls called back today to confirm our dinner reservation. Evan was worried he’d have to wear a tie and jacket, so I figured I’d ask about the dress code when they called back. Luckily the said it’s “casual,” and we can wear whatever we want. Initially, I thought I’d wear something a little nicer. But wouldn’t it be fun if I had one of those fancy gowns from ye olde days that cinches in the waist and makes the boobies look ginormous???? And if I had a ridiculously elaborate wig??? AND had one of those bustles on my dress??? And none of it should be from the same eras, so I’d be this anachronistic crazy person walking around!
On Saturday, we’re going to go take a look at the Chesapeake Boathouse and the Oklahoma History Center. If Castle Falls would ever call me back, Evan and I plan to have dinner there sometime so we can check out the location and the food too. Any other ideas, anyone? What’s a reasonable price range for this kind of thing? I feel so lost in all this…
In her excitement at having some old friends come over this weekend, Moira leapt, from a sitting position, about 3 feet into the air and over the back of the couch. I’ve never seen her jump that high even in her worst shiba fits.
Next Saturday, we’re going to take a look at a potential reception venue for our friends and family who won’t be able to make it to Mexico for the wedding. I’ve been busy most of today with looking at sites and trying to sort through the different catering options for some of them. I don’t think I’m any closer to making any kind of decision, but I AM quite a bit hungrier after looking at all these tasty menus…
For the first time in what seems like ages, Zack and Joe (and Joe’s girlfriend, Stephanie) came over to hang out tonight for Joe’s birthday. Before we made our way to Big Truck Tacos though, Zack had gotten the letters Joe and I wrote to ourselves during our senior year in high school from the time capsule that was opened at the 10 year reunion last weekend.
My letter to myself is, to put it lightly, vapid. I remember thinking, at 17, that I was smart and mature beyond my years. Reading my letter tells me otherwise. It held no deep thoughts or reflections or hopes or fears. Instead, it’s more or less a cheery, “Oops, I forgot to write the letter until the last day so here it is! Tee hee! Say hi to all the people from high school I’m still friends with! 
” Did I think my 28-year-old self would be impressed by that? That I’d “predicted” I’d still be friends with the same people? Pssh. Youthful arrogance.
Obviously, now I am smart and mature beyond my years. I mean, just look at the stuff I talk about all the time! Lord of the Rings, Legos, Star Wars, Lego Star Wars, pens, Harry Potter…
Eh hem…
Right…
I ordered myself a cool new notebook from Jetpens the other day and I plan to use it to make notes and outlines while studying. The line spacing is perfect for my smaller handwriting (slightly smaller than college rule) and there are faint, evenly-spaced dots along each line to help keep things neat and orderly. The paper feels nice enough, but we’ll see once I start actually writing on it. If it works nicely with my various gel-ink pens, I may have found myself my new favorite paper…
I keep looking at things I want to buy in between patients on adolescent clinic instead of studying like a good resident would. In my defense though, the latest thing I want are these…
More shoes from the Adidas Star Wars line! HAN SOLO SHOES. Just what I need to go with my LEGO HAN SOLO WATCH. How totally freakin’ awesome are these?!?
I’ve emailed and texted Michelle about the wedding more than I care to admit today, and I have yet to hear back from her about any of it! Where is she? What if she’s fed up with me? What if she decided I’m too hopeless to deal with anymore??? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Eh hem…
I’ve narrowed down the reception in OKC to a handful of places, and I think Evan and I are going to have dinner at Castle Falls to see what it’s like before I decide I’m totally in love with the idea of having a wedding reception in a castle (it’s a little late to not fall in love with the idea, by the way…but we should probably see how the food is before picking it). The Chesapeake Boathouse is a current close #2 choice to a freakin’ castle, mostly because they take catering from the likes of Deep Fork Grill, Iron Starr, and Nonna’s. And for the musical entertainment, I want a string quartet. Fantastic idea, if I do say so myself. Now if only I could find my sister!
Moira seems to like to mark her territory by peeing in a circle, with her head and front legs as the pivot point, and then kicking up the grass to make sure her scent got everywhere. It’s a very cute, dainty kick, but a very bastardly thing to do. Especially bastardly when it’s in multiple spots all over Evan’s mom’s backyard.
After successfully avoiding almost all wedding planning activities, I decided today that I’d better get started on some of this stuff if we want people to know we’re getting married next summer. Unfortunately, I’ve become overwhelmed even with the few things I DO need to pick out (thankfully, Iberostar is taking care of the wedding ceremony and reception details).
I’ve decided the best thing for my sanity is to enlist help. Michelle seems interested in it, but I don’t know if she’ll stay interested once she sees how hopeless I am. We shall see…
Evan and I went out with my family tonight to Tokyo to celebrate our engagement and had a wonderful time. Now I just need to remind Evan to call his family so we can go out to eat with them too. Eventually we’ll need to have a get-together with both sides of the family, but we still have plenty of time for that.
I leave the PICU for two days, come back for a crosscover call, and the team list has exploded!
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