this whole week up to the wedding is surreal. the spa thing with the hot rock massage felt good (the facial waxing freaking HURT!) but it also felt like stepford-ville..quiet, soft voices, welcoming smiles on every face, peaceful lighting,candles burning in the corners...all for the comfort and relaxation and pleasure for you know who....in retrospect...it was creepy.
jenn called today to see if i had gone bra shopping yet...she offered to meet me at winners..(oops too late i am already home!) there is some concern among the family that i may in fact forget (or refuse) to wear a bra...and they are right to worry cuz ..i bought the Perfect don't need a bra outfit (it has a sweater/jacket thing)....i could get away with it...but if they ask...i am screwed.
the whole hosting the before wedding night dinner has brought me close to gun shopping for my ex again...he says not everyone is vegetarian (my new daughter in law is) so he thinks he should buy a roast or a ham and cook that too.
so i have not cooked for almost 6 years..there is some concern regarding this..everyone thinks that i never did cook...but in fact i did. i have big issues tho with one of percy's relatives on a plate or a picture perfect shot of ellie's cousin's butt on a platter ready to be served up for dinner.
i keep telling him to quit thinking it is vegetarian, it is not...we are having a wild salmon barbacue. it is all on how you think of it...vegetarian to meat eaters is like starvation...seafood to most is a treat.
and i am still worried about my family who i have not seen in several years, trying to pull off an intervention..if i suddenly disappear...look for the nearest animal addiction detox center..i will probably be in 5 point leather restraints in the back room under lock and key.
so it is a week of stepford self indulfgent spoiling, wearing uncomfortable and restrictive bras, having the hair on my face ripped out by the roots, wanting to commit murder on a certain father of the groom and avoiding the loonie bin that my relatives might think will save me.
oh for my normal life...shit on my shoes, hay in my hair and my chest unfettered and able to breathe.
hopefully i can enjoy that all again....next week.