The Knot Colorado

It came out a few months ago, but I was very over the wedding once it was done. I have nothing but fond memories of the day and I'm glad we did a traditional wedding, but I was just done. Now that almost a year has passed, it's time to finish. Select pictures for the wedding album. Check. Break down all the cardboard boxes I've been saving (I have a box hoarding problem. Seriously). Check. Clean out the wedding room and reclaim our spare bedroom. So wish I could check that off. I sold some stuff, gave some stuff away, made some serious progress (in case anyone gets the wrong idea, I'm talking about decorations here, not presents!!) and now only have ~20 silk tablecloths my mom and I sewed (ok, it was really just my mom). I am close to realizing my lifelong dream of having a closet with an island! But what do I do with these darn tablecloths? I need to take them to a professional cleaner and see how much they'd charge to press them. I hate ironing, and it turns out that it takes me an hour to iron just one. That's not going to work for me.

Since I'm tackling the subject, I figured I might as well post the article. This is the online version, but I'm not feeling well enough to get off the couch and scan the print version. Same content, half of it incorrect, either way. We did actually have some good photos of the day, my photographer and I were both baffled by their photo selection. And the write up is pretty cheesy. Maybe I'll scan it later on tonight. But I probably won't, so Click here!

And in case you were wondering, I plan to continue posting until Peekay is moved off the home page. It makes me sad, that's why I've been staying away lately.

College Flashback

Yesterday I was in Portland, Oregon. We had a day of customer training lined up, lots of folks traveled in from a few states to be there. Since most people were staying at the hotel, we hosted a dinner in the restaurant across the parking lot. Our work was done, we didn't have to drive anywhere, and so we were all drinking. Well, I haven't been drinking much lately. I spread 5 glasses of wine over a 5 hour time period so I really didn't think I was being that bad.

Wrong.

Getting up at 5:30 am to catch my flight sucked. Puking on the side of Pena Blvd on the way home sucked even more. Haven't pulled that particular stunt in 8 years now.

I think I preferred not drinking. But at the same time, I sincerely hope I will be able to stomach red wine by the time Italy rolls around. It would sad to be in Italy and still be repulsed by the thought of a glass of wine.