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Bridal Shower
Nov. 5th, 2006 02:37 amI apparently am never going to sleep because there's a cool shark programme on Discovery, so I may as well update the ElJay.
I crawled out of bed at 10. Our apartment is frigid because the heat is broken and I've pretty much given up on it being fixed before we move. Second winter running, no heat. Luckily, they keep the hallway around 90 degrees and the place below has like 5 people living there, so it's not unbearable here. I was ready to go fairly early because of the LJ outage. That's really sad, but true.
Dawn and her mum got here around 10:40 just after we got Elliott changed up from soccer. We went off to find breakfast, struck out at the first two places, and ended up at Stokesy's Egghouse, across from the Venetian. It was really good and I had approximately a metric tonne of hash, most of which is now in my fridge to eat later. The kid desperately wanted french toast, which he decided he didn't like because it tasted like scrambled eggs, and ate most of Dawn's and my homefries. Our delicious homefries. I also saw pictures of my niece/nephew the gummy bear.
Mum called and said she'd be at the Venetian in 10 minutes which really meant 25, though we didn't realize it. The bartender was nice enough to let us hangout in the room early. He had set it for 30 or so. Elliott expended extra energy while we talked and waited. They came and set up an amazing array of cookies and pastry right as my mum arrived with stuff to decorate. We scattered confetti and set up a table for gifts and cards and the kidlet claimed a table in the back as the kids' table. We bribed him with paper and a pen while Dawn and I brainstormed shower ideas. I drank more coffee.
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mom_o_cass was the first to arrive with her little girl, so we played a quick round of pass the baby. My mother plotted to steal her secretly while Jenne and I chatted. My mum had the bitchies and for some reason, was really getting on Steven's mother. The phrase I caught her using was the bitch MIL from hell. I don't know what she did to piss Mum off that much because she usually isn't that out and out snarky. Must be the full moon.
Everyone else trickled in around 1:45 or so and one of Mum's friends brough her granddaughter, so Elliott had a chum for the afternoon. No one should ever say that the surveys I fill out here are useless because Jenne totally one the who knew the bride best game. My mother got honourable mentions for knowing the least about me.
Someone asked her what my favourite flower was. Mind, we both have a tattoo of a violet that she got originally drew and got because it was my favourite flower. She said white rose. She promptly claimed to not know who I am.
As I said before, our friends are awesome and so generous. We got our full set of china, all the Thanksgiving things we registered for (thanks MIL. No you're not coming for Thanksgiving this year because we've only been saying for a year we're not doing it.), and the Cuisinart coffee maker that Steven's wanted to make shiny, caffeinated babies with since Alex, the best man, got one. Most men do power tools, they do coffee makers. The best was when we got things that Steven had obviously registered for that I didn't know about. Since I don't cook, I pretty much gave him the scanner and looked at bakeware. Steven really needs to be the bride.
I totally let Elliott have 8 brownies for lunch and he was wired for sound when he went home. I also yelled at him 847 times for not listening. I was talking to him out in the hallway at one point and say "How many times have I had to ask you to chill?" and he told me he didn't know because he ran out of fingers. It's great when he pretty much saves my breathe when he automatically tells me what I was about to say. I can't keep him comfortably on my lap anymore, he's just too big now.His head is under mine and his feet are on top of mine.
My MIL arrived after parking across the street for half an hour because she was "lost". She sat in a corner and pretty much talked to no one. She's still mad because her sisters declined and the Venetian wasn't Chinese food. She was also miffed because she only had one brownie. Hi? Buffet? God helps those who help themselves. Just because Elliott only brought you one brownie doesn't mean you're banned. No one there bit or ate babies and I've had my shots. Well no, but I am housebroken.
Everyone drifted out around 4ish, we snuck food out (ssh), and it was decided we would head back to my apartment. There was a miscommunication and our bellydancer was left behind, so Steven picked her up on the way back. We made real french pressed coffee with our resident barista, Nicki and it was gooooood. Very mellow. No one took baked good. Beth's husband came to pick her up with her baby, so we had another round of pass the baby before deciding to go for Indian food.
Steven got vindaloo which is so my lunch Monday. Very good and very hot! I had tandoori chicken because I crave it like crazy. It was so busy we ended up sitting at a table in the lobby. But dinner was great and I'm still full.
Steven went to bed after the news and I've been up coughing. Next week is going to busy: Monday we meet with the DJ and Friday we meet with the photog. I need to find a place for the shower gifts besides the middle of the floor and I'm going to write thank yous tomorrow, most likely. It's bad that I like writing thank yous as much as I do. If someone gives me a cold, I will pretty much write a thank you note.
I need to take a picture of my china. It's the ever so trendy tiffany blue/chocolate brown, but it had paisleys on it and it's heavy stonewear. We didn't register for fine china because when we talked about it, we realized we'll never, ever use it. I need things I can microwave and dishwash and that are not delicate because I'm totally kitchen incompetent.
I need to go to bed for real and stop watching telly.
OH! When I reread this, my sister's gift was amazing. They just bought a house and I've been telling her to just come and that's my gift. Well, she sucks and doesn't listen. She bought me the most beautiful set of sapphire studs to match my rings and a sterling circle neck. I've got to get pictures tomorrow because they're unbelievably beautiful. She's going to be the only person I don't hate during wedding week.
pinkandsilver informed me I own her soul after 11am on Dec. 26th. and Beth's volunteered for favour brigade. Now I just wish I could find the ribbon I ordered because I would like to start cutting it soon.
I crawled out of bed at 10. Our apartment is frigid because the heat is broken and I've pretty much given up on it being fixed before we move. Second winter running, no heat. Luckily, they keep the hallway around 90 degrees and the place below has like 5 people living there, so it's not unbearable here. I was ready to go fairly early because of the LJ outage. That's really sad, but true.
Dawn and her mum got here around 10:40 just after we got Elliott changed up from soccer. We went off to find breakfast, struck out at the first two places, and ended up at Stokesy's Egghouse, across from the Venetian. It was really good and I had approximately a metric tonne of hash, most of which is now in my fridge to eat later. The kid desperately wanted french toast, which he decided he didn't like because it tasted like scrambled eggs, and ate most of Dawn's and my homefries. Our delicious homefries. I also saw pictures of my niece/nephew the gummy bear.
Mum called and said she'd be at the Venetian in 10 minutes which really meant 25, though we didn't realize it. The bartender was nice enough to let us hangout in the room early. He had set it for 30 or so. Elliott expended extra energy while we talked and waited. They came and set up an amazing array of cookies and pastry right as my mum arrived with stuff to decorate. We scattered confetti and set up a table for gifts and cards and the kidlet claimed a table in the back as the kids' table. We bribed him with paper and a pen while Dawn and I brainstormed shower ideas. I drank more coffee.
mom_o_cass was the first to arrive with her little girl, so we played a quick round of pass the baby. My mother plotted to steal her secretly while Jenne and I chatted. My mum had the bitchies and for some reason, was really getting on Steven's mother. The phrase I caught her using was the bitch MIL from hell. I don't know what she did to piss Mum off that much because she usually isn't that out and out snarky. Must be the full moon.Everyone else trickled in around 1:45 or so and one of Mum's friends brough her granddaughter, so Elliott had a chum for the afternoon. No one should ever say that the surveys I fill out here are useless because Jenne totally one the who knew the bride best game. My mother got honourable mentions for knowing the least about me.
Someone asked her what my favourite flower was. Mind, we both have a tattoo of a violet that she got originally drew and got because it was my favourite flower. She said white rose. She promptly claimed to not know who I am.
As I said before, our friends are awesome and so generous. We got our full set of china, all the Thanksgiving things we registered for (thanks MIL. No you're not coming for Thanksgiving this year because we've only been saying for a year we're not doing it.), and the Cuisinart coffee maker that Steven's wanted to make shiny, caffeinated babies with since Alex, the best man, got one. Most men do power tools, they do coffee makers. The best was when we got things that Steven had obviously registered for that I didn't know about. Since I don't cook, I pretty much gave him the scanner and looked at bakeware. Steven really needs to be the bride.
I totally let Elliott have 8 brownies for lunch and he was wired for sound when he went home. I also yelled at him 847 times for not listening. I was talking to him out in the hallway at one point and say "How many times have I had to ask you to chill?" and he told me he didn't know because he ran out of fingers. It's great when he pretty much saves my breathe when he automatically tells me what I was about to say. I can't keep him comfortably on my lap anymore, he's just too big now.His head is under mine and his feet are on top of mine.
My MIL arrived after parking across the street for half an hour because she was "lost". She sat in a corner and pretty much talked to no one. She's still mad because her sisters declined and the Venetian wasn't Chinese food. She was also miffed because she only had one brownie. Hi? Buffet? God helps those who help themselves. Just because Elliott only brought you one brownie doesn't mean you're banned. No one there bit or ate babies and I've had my shots. Well no, but I am housebroken.
Everyone drifted out around 4ish, we snuck food out (ssh), and it was decided we would head back to my apartment. There was a miscommunication and our bellydancer was left behind, so Steven picked her up on the way back. We made real french pressed coffee with our resident barista, Nicki and it was gooooood. Very mellow. No one took baked good. Beth's husband came to pick her up with her baby, so we had another round of pass the baby before deciding to go for Indian food.
Steven got vindaloo which is so my lunch Monday. Very good and very hot! I had tandoori chicken because I crave it like crazy. It was so busy we ended up sitting at a table in the lobby. But dinner was great and I'm still full.
Steven went to bed after the news and I've been up coughing. Next week is going to busy: Monday we meet with the DJ and Friday we meet with the photog. I need to find a place for the shower gifts besides the middle of the floor and I'm going to write thank yous tomorrow, most likely. It's bad that I like writing thank yous as much as I do. If someone gives me a cold, I will pretty much write a thank you note.
I need to take a picture of my china. It's the ever so trendy tiffany blue/chocolate brown, but it had paisleys on it and it's heavy stonewear. We didn't register for fine china because when we talked about it, we realized we'll never, ever use it. I need things I can microwave and dishwash and that are not delicate because I'm totally kitchen incompetent.
I need to go to bed for real and stop watching telly.
OH! When I reread this, my sister's gift was amazing. They just bought a house and I've been telling her to just come and that's my gift. Well, she sucks and doesn't listen. She bought me the most beautiful set of sapphire studs to match my rings and a sterling circle neck. I've got to get pictures tomorrow because they're unbelievably beautiful. She's going to be the only person I don't hate during wedding week.
pinkandsilver informed me I own her soul after 11am on Dec. 26th. and Beth's volunteered for favour brigade. Now I just wish I could find the ribbon I ordered because I would like to start cutting it soon.