You must be wondering what in the world I am doing up at this hour. Although this has become close to my regular bedtime, there is a reason that we are up and about. I am waiting for Mike to finish packing so we can drive to Texas. We have some news. We are moving to Dallas!! Can you believe it? Just after the honeymoon, Mike got a potential offer to move to the University of Dallas, Texas and continue his education there, along with some other perks. The more we talked about it, the more it sounded like a great idea. Let's be honest. I think we all know my feelings about St. Louis, and I have an amazing number of contacts that have come out of the woodwork since we started throwing this idea around.
For Mike, this is a chance to get his name out at another university and show what a great Criminologist he is! Really the most important thing is that it will be something that we are starting together, just as our married life is beginning. Yes, I will have to find a new name for the blog, but I think we will be able to handle that. So, we are leaving this morning to make the trek down to Dallas and start looking for a place to live. Here's the deal. Dallas is one of the biggest 9 cities in the U.S. I didn't quite realize this, but after talking to one of my friends in San Antonio, she told me that I am going to have to get used to getting on the highway to get from point A to point B. I have gotten somewhat used to that here, but I think there is some sort of spaghetti spiral or something that they call the highway connections down there. It makes me nervous.
Another great thing - no ice and hard winters. From what I understand, it does snow, but it is similar to snow in Alabama. I can handle that. I may actually leave the house in the winter, rather than bundling up for 5 months in front of the television. Now, things are a little overwhelming at this point. Mike has to be at school by August 18th - that gives us exactly a month to sell this condo and get moved down there. It's not going to happen. So, we are getting this place put on the market and looking for a place to rent. When I heard what the starting prices were to lease a house my jaw dropped. I don't know where we will end up, but let's all keep our fingers crossed that it is not in a trailer down by the river. (And on the wrong side of the tracks!)
So, that's our news. I am trying to take things one day at a time and as my mother in law suggested, "Drink a lot of coffee." I really am just so excited about this new chapter in our lives!! On a side note, just as we are moving to Dallas, I will be close to be becoming an aunt for the second time to my friend Ellen's baby, Kate! Something is in the water, but don't worry, I am not drinking it yet. Hope all is well with everyone!
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Some News
First of all, I have to say CONGRATULATIONS to one of my best friends, Emily Miller and her husband, Ryan. They had their first child today, a sweet baby girl named Harper Elizabeth. I started crying when I actually heard the news. It is such an indescribable feeling - knowing someone from the time we were in middle school, through different boyfriends, marriage and then a baby! (Also, please keep in mind, I have 2 more BEST friends having babies in the next 5 months.) I have been trying to breach this subject with Mike, but I am not sure where we would put the baby or what we would feed it... I am just thrilled for the Miller family, and missing Birmingham more than ever. I was thinking about what a different dynamic I am experiencing up here in the mid-west. More because I don't have the friend base that I would have in Birmingham, but please let me tell you about my evening at work.
Let me preface this by the fact that it is 2:51 in the morning. Yes, Mike and I have become nocturnal.(It goes well with the new Twilight movie, doesn't it??) However, it does not help our social life. Anyway, I went to work this evening around 5, hoping that some people would want to get drunk on a Wednesday night. (Let's be honest, that's what it's all about isn't it??) So, I did ok with all the normal customers (aside from one jerk family who left me NO TIP.) But that is a story for another day. My boss is a great guy - he is probably in his 40s and hired me even when he heard that I was a horrible waitress. However, it seems to be more about personality, and dare I say it, looks, in this particular venue. Regardless, he usually comes in every night to make sure that things are going well, since it is his livelihood. It is interesting - you get to see him in his element. Host, friend, and sometimes, wasted. Well, this evening he had a friend in town and we were told that he would not be in until later because they were headed to the "East Side."
If you are going to the East side in St. Louis, you are trying to do one of two things. A) You want to get shot. B)You are headed to the strip clubs. So, we assumed that my boss and his friend were attempting the latter, and didn't see them until almost 10:30. I can't tell you what his friend would be like if he was sober, but he did not make a positive impression on me this evening. After ordering more alcohol - (which is fine - I don't judge) however, when it affects me, we start to have an issue. As this fine older gentleman asked me where all the hot girls went, and I replied, "They may still be on the East Side" he said, "Well, let's go!" I told him that I was good. His response: "I Bet you are." I'm pretty sure there is a sexual harassment claim there. After my sideways glance, he went on to slap my rear end. If you are the bosses friend, does that make it ok? My boss did make a valiant effort and say, "Hey, she's a married woman!" His response: "Well, so am I!" When I asked him where his ring might be, he got very quiet. And so, another night passes when I thank the Lord that I have this fabulous law degree that keeps me away from the creeps.
I came home to watch some DVR'd programs and tried out a new wine, called "Mad Housewife." If you are interested, it is actually pretty good. One of our friends gave us seven (7) bottles of wine for one of our showers (I know, she knows us too well) and this one was surprisingly very good! When Mike got home, I was not a mad housewife, I was dancing to "So You Think You Can Dance" and hoping that he was in the same mood. (He wasn't. And still isn't.) So, I will continue to entertain myself until my bedtime around 5:00 am. We desperately need a routine...
If you are bored and want a new song, try "Jar of Hearts" by Christina Perri. That is what I debuted this evening for Mike. (It was on So You Think You Can Dance.) He shut the door, but I think it is pretty great!! Hope all is well with everyone!!!
Also, if anyone knows how to upload pictures from Picassa to your computer to a blog, I would be most grateful. I really would love to share some pics with y'all!
Let me preface this by the fact that it is 2:51 in the morning. Yes, Mike and I have become nocturnal.(It goes well with the new Twilight movie, doesn't it??) However, it does not help our social life. Anyway, I went to work this evening around 5, hoping that some people would want to get drunk on a Wednesday night. (Let's be honest, that's what it's all about isn't it??) So, I did ok with all the normal customers (aside from one jerk family who left me NO TIP.) But that is a story for another day. My boss is a great guy - he is probably in his 40s and hired me even when he heard that I was a horrible waitress. However, it seems to be more about personality, and dare I say it, looks, in this particular venue. Regardless, he usually comes in every night to make sure that things are going well, since it is his livelihood. It is interesting - you get to see him in his element. Host, friend, and sometimes, wasted. Well, this evening he had a friend in town and we were told that he would not be in until later because they were headed to the "East Side."
If you are going to the East side in St. Louis, you are trying to do one of two things. A) You want to get shot. B)You are headed to the strip clubs. So, we assumed that my boss and his friend were attempting the latter, and didn't see them until almost 10:30. I can't tell you what his friend would be like if he was sober, but he did not make a positive impression on me this evening. After ordering more alcohol - (which is fine - I don't judge) however, when it affects me, we start to have an issue. As this fine older gentleman asked me where all the hot girls went, and I replied, "They may still be on the East Side" he said, "Well, let's go!" I told him that I was good. His response: "I Bet you are." I'm pretty sure there is a sexual harassment claim there. After my sideways glance, he went on to slap my rear end. If you are the bosses friend, does that make it ok? My boss did make a valiant effort and say, "Hey, she's a married woman!" His response: "Well, so am I!" When I asked him where his ring might be, he got very quiet. And so, another night passes when I thank the Lord that I have this fabulous law degree that keeps me away from the creeps.
I came home to watch some DVR'd programs and tried out a new wine, called "Mad Housewife." If you are interested, it is actually pretty good. One of our friends gave us seven (7) bottles of wine for one of our showers (I know, she knows us too well) and this one was surprisingly very good! When Mike got home, I was not a mad housewife, I was dancing to "So You Think You Can Dance" and hoping that he was in the same mood. (He wasn't. And still isn't.) So, I will continue to entertain myself until my bedtime around 5:00 am. We desperately need a routine...
If you are bored and want a new song, try "Jar of Hearts" by Christina Perri. That is what I debuted this evening for Mike. (It was on So You Think You Can Dance.) He shut the door, but I think it is pretty great!! Hope all is well with everyone!!!
Also, if anyone knows how to upload pictures from Picassa to your computer to a blog, I would be most grateful. I really would love to share some pics with y'all!
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Where I Have Been
Sorry I haven't written. I am digging myself out from underneath a pile of thank you notes, and when I get done writing those, I don't really feel like writing much else. The tricky thing about thank you notes is being able to truly express your thanks in different ways over and over again. I just hope that people don't compare notes!
We are back in St. Louis and back to reality. I still haven't changed my name...supposed to do that tomorrow. It is such an odd thing, changing your name. I really love both my middle and last name, but hopefully we can implement one of them into a baby name in the future :-)
So. We got married. Did I tell you our ceremony was supposed to start at 6 pm sharp? That is exactly when a huge thunderstorm hit. Talk about drama. Vases were flying off tables into cement walls. I was in a room with all windows and had to go hide somewhere else. Thank goodness 1) we had a tent and 2) I had 10 bridesmaids that all ran over to calm me down. One had her phone with her to show me that the storm was about to blow over. It actually did and the procession went on....until....I was supposed to walk down the aisle. Another thunderstorm came through! My dad and I waited while he showed me HIS blackberry assuring me that the storm would blow over. Thank goodness it did as well and the rest of the night went smoothly. The storm cooled down the weather so it was comfortable to dance outside and we had a blast!
The next morning our flight for Aruba left at 6:30 am. Yes, we were half asleep when the car came to pick us up, but we made it and had an awesome week. If you are looking for an incredible place to spend a vacation, I strongly suggest Aruba. We were able to lay out and hang by the ocean/pool, but there was also a mini night life and excursions during the day so we were never bored. I was so sad when we came back. I really wanted to accidentally miss the plane, but unfortunately we made it back.
EXCEPT. Michael and I almost spent then night in a customs cell in Aruba. What?! you may be asking. Well, here we go. Mike decided that it would be really cool to bring my father back some illegal Cuban cigars. He bought 2 from a street vendor and assured me it would not be a problem to SMUGGLE them back into the US. When I heard the word "smuggle," I am not going to lie. I got nervous. But of course, Mike assured me there would be no problems. So, as we are going through customs (and I am grumpy because we are leaving a beautiful island) we get pulled over for a "random" agricultural screening. The authority figure guy asked if we had any fruits, veggies, and point blank, cigars. Mike answered no to each of these questions. By this point, I have my arms crossed and am trying not to cry as I imagine us locked in a cell while we attempt to call home and explain this debacle. The customs man had us open all 6 pieces of luggage and he went through them very thoroughly. SURPRISE! He just happened to find 2 cigars not well hidden at all under some shorts.
The guy told us to wait there while he went to get the captain. Are you kidding me?? Now Mike was receiving non loving death glares from me while I paced back and forth. The Captain, came in and gave us a history lesson on the embargo on Cuban goods (not what we cared about) and then told Mike he could voluntarily give up the cigars with no consequence other than a signed form. (We are probably on the no fly list now.) The Captain proceeded to then tear up the cigars and the tins they were in in front of us. It was a lot of fun. People kept walking by thinking they needed to stop in that area. Nope, this is just for the criminals people, keep walking.
We finally left and Mike gave my dad the signed piece of paper for his souvenir. This better not be the beginning to the way our trips are going to go in the future! I will make the next post all pictures so you can get an idea of how much fun we had!
We are back in St. Louis and back to reality. I still haven't changed my name...supposed to do that tomorrow. It is such an odd thing, changing your name. I really love both my middle and last name, but hopefully we can implement one of them into a baby name in the future :-)
So. We got married. Did I tell you our ceremony was supposed to start at 6 pm sharp? That is exactly when a huge thunderstorm hit. Talk about drama. Vases were flying off tables into cement walls. I was in a room with all windows and had to go hide somewhere else. Thank goodness 1) we had a tent and 2) I had 10 bridesmaids that all ran over to calm me down. One had her phone with her to show me that the storm was about to blow over. It actually did and the procession went on....until....I was supposed to walk down the aisle. Another thunderstorm came through! My dad and I waited while he showed me HIS blackberry assuring me that the storm would blow over. Thank goodness it did as well and the rest of the night went smoothly. The storm cooled down the weather so it was comfortable to dance outside and we had a blast!
The next morning our flight for Aruba left at 6:30 am. Yes, we were half asleep when the car came to pick us up, but we made it and had an awesome week. If you are looking for an incredible place to spend a vacation, I strongly suggest Aruba. We were able to lay out and hang by the ocean/pool, but there was also a mini night life and excursions during the day so we were never bored. I was so sad when we came back. I really wanted to accidentally miss the plane, but unfortunately we made it back.
EXCEPT. Michael and I almost spent then night in a customs cell in Aruba. What?! you may be asking. Well, here we go. Mike decided that it would be really cool to bring my father back some illegal Cuban cigars. He bought 2 from a street vendor and assured me it would not be a problem to SMUGGLE them back into the US. When I heard the word "smuggle," I am not going to lie. I got nervous. But of course, Mike assured me there would be no problems. So, as we are going through customs (and I am grumpy because we are leaving a beautiful island) we get pulled over for a "random" agricultural screening. The authority figure guy asked if we had any fruits, veggies, and point blank, cigars. Mike answered no to each of these questions. By this point, I have my arms crossed and am trying not to cry as I imagine us locked in a cell while we attempt to call home and explain this debacle. The customs man had us open all 6 pieces of luggage and he went through them very thoroughly. SURPRISE! He just happened to find 2 cigars not well hidden at all under some shorts.
The guy told us to wait there while he went to get the captain. Are you kidding me?? Now Mike was receiving non loving death glares from me while I paced back and forth. The Captain, came in and gave us a history lesson on the embargo on Cuban goods (not what we cared about) and then told Mike he could voluntarily give up the cigars with no consequence other than a signed form. (We are probably on the no fly list now.) The Captain proceeded to then tear up the cigars and the tins they were in in front of us. It was a lot of fun. People kept walking by thinking they needed to stop in that area. Nope, this is just for the criminals people, keep walking.
We finally left and Mike gave my dad the signed piece of paper for his souvenir. This better not be the beginning to the way our trips are going to go in the future! I will make the next post all pictures so you can get an idea of how much fun we had!
Thursday, June 17, 2010
We're Married!!
I know it has been awhile since I wrote, but we literally got back from Aruba on Sunday. Since then, we were in Atlanta and Birmingham, celebrating just a little bit more with our families. When we got back to St. Louis last night, it was almost like the wedding had happened a year ago. Everyone tells you to cherish the day and remember as much as possible about every single minute because it will be such a blur. It was true - all I remember is how incredibly happy I was that the majority of people that we truly love were all together to celebrate this momentous occasion with us. I am actually exhausted and realize that I am going to have to do the wedding and the honeymoon in installments, but I wanted to leave you with this. Our videographer (Nick Weeks - he is awesome) showed this towards the end of the ceremony and I loved it. I am now Mrs. Jennifer Blackburn Cherbonneau - kinda weird, but so exciting!!!
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(Right now we are the "featured clip" but you may have to search for us in the future.)
www.snaplifestudios.com
(Right now we are the "featured clip" but you may have to search for us in the future.)
Thursday, May 27, 2010
I Just Can't Stop
So, I have a confession. For the last 2 weeks I just can't stop crying. I don't know what my deal is, but you would literally think that someone had died. In fact, I am wiping HUGE tears away right now as I watch "Oprah Says Goodbye to Nate Berkus." What in the world? I shopped for about 5 hours today, and almost started crying when I couldn't find a dress for the rehearsal dinner. (Don't worry - I did. Disaster averted.) I don't know if it is stress, or just the idea of a huge life change. Don't get me wrong...I cannot wait to get married. Believe me. I have been complaining about NOT being married for the past 3 years! It is just so bizarre knowing that in 9 days, I will be Mrs. Cherbonneau (the 2nd.) All of the planning, the organizing and the little "tiffs" that have occurred since September is coming to an end, and this thing is for real!
I was never one of those girls that paraded around with a pillow case on my head, pretending to be the bride, but planning this party (and of course, the beautiful ceremony ;-)) has been a lot of fun. It has opened my eyes to who my true friends are - the ones that will stand by you when there is a break down about bridesmaids dresses. Let's be honest - you just aren't yourself when you are under this type of stress! I am wondering if Mike wants his ring back...
Tonight I listed off all the things that are wrong with Mike. Why would I do that? Who wants to marry someone that can tick off the things that drive them crazy about them? Poor guy - what is he going to have to deal with when I get pregnant? (And yes, I have broken 3 bows. Mike actually broke one on "accident" the other day, and then informed me that that would be the child I would take care of on my own.)
All I can say is that words truly cannot describe how excited I am to marry Mike. Regardless of the tears, he is THE person that I know I can turn to with anything - worries, laughs, and a dirty house. I am thrilled to have all of those that we love together in one place to celebrate with us and I am ecstatic to board a plane on June 6th and head to Aruba. I am pretty sure the next few weeks are going to be crazy, so I will leave you promising to post TONS of pictures when we get back. I wonder if there are any sad movies on tv....?
Friday, May 21, 2010
Too Much Noise!
I just filed a noise complaint. I know, I have turned into that annoying person who calls during your parties in high school and everyone has to flee the premises before the cops actually arrive. However, I feel as though I was very legitimate in my call. First of all, it is 11:30 at night!! Yes, it may be Friday, but it is super annoying to be watching old DVR'd Oprahs when there is music blaring across the street from you!
Now, this is not the first time this has happened, I have just never been the caller. (I promise we live in a safe neighborhood!) Anyway, the condos we live in are across from the pizza joint, and a store called "i am." I haven't figured out exactly what the hours of operation for the store are because there are always people in it. There is also a parking lot next to our condo where people who work at the pizza joint park. I know from previous conversations that this is where my ex-co workers used to sit in their cars, listen to music and get high. Mike made a complaint around 5:00 one evening about a car blaring their music in the parking lot. Turns out, it was my favorite dish washer (we watch out the window) but he shouldn't have been playing his music so loud! Plus, he denied it was his when the cops got there. Serves him right.
Tonight, I noticed that music was playing across the street incredibly loud for at least 30 minutes. (Ok, maybe 15, but still a long time.) I began to think maybe I should call the police, but who do you call? Do you call 911? Mike, of course, was at school, so I called him for instructions. After refusing to call for me, he told me to call 911 and issue a noise complaint. I was nervous that I was taking away from someone else's actual emergency, but I called and the operator took a lot of information from me. Then I perched myself over the back of our chair to see what would happen.
Let me tell you, if I had been shot, I would not have been happy with the response time of these police officers. However, since that was not the case, I will give them the 5 minutes it took them to get there. Of course, right after I called, the music was turned off. I felt stupid, but no one has my name, and let's hope it stays that way. When the cops pulled up, I watched as multiple people left the store in a hurry and several people came to speak with the officers. Then I started to worry. "What if they shoot the policeman?" "Do I go down and try to help?" "I am already in my pajamas!" Luckily, right about the time I decided to be a coward and call for help if something went awry, another officer pulled up. They were there forever talking to the people in charge, and I started to feel nervous when the cop pointed at our condo and then to the store. I also felt stupid for not having turned out the lights and peering through the blinds with popcorn. (Ok, no popcorn, but all the other stuff is true!)
I did leave for just a second, and when I came back, the officers were gone. However, I think the after party is back. I just heard some girls yelling outside....where is my phone?
Now, this is not the first time this has happened, I have just never been the caller. (I promise we live in a safe neighborhood!) Anyway, the condos we live in are across from the pizza joint, and a store called "i am." I haven't figured out exactly what the hours of operation for the store are because there are always people in it. There is also a parking lot next to our condo where people who work at the pizza joint park. I know from previous conversations that this is where my ex-co workers used to sit in their cars, listen to music and get high. Mike made a complaint around 5:00 one evening about a car blaring their music in the parking lot. Turns out, it was my favorite dish washer (we watch out the window) but he shouldn't have been playing his music so loud! Plus, he denied it was his when the cops got there. Serves him right.
Tonight, I noticed that music was playing across the street incredibly loud for at least 30 minutes. (Ok, maybe 15, but still a long time.) I began to think maybe I should call the police, but who do you call? Do you call 911? Mike, of course, was at school, so I called him for instructions. After refusing to call for me, he told me to call 911 and issue a noise complaint. I was nervous that I was taking away from someone else's actual emergency, but I called and the operator took a lot of information from me. Then I perched myself over the back of our chair to see what would happen.
Let me tell you, if I had been shot, I would not have been happy with the response time of these police officers. However, since that was not the case, I will give them the 5 minutes it took them to get there. Of course, right after I called, the music was turned off. I felt stupid, but no one has my name, and let's hope it stays that way. When the cops pulled up, I watched as multiple people left the store in a hurry and several people came to speak with the officers. Then I started to worry. "What if they shoot the policeman?" "Do I go down and try to help?" "I am already in my pajamas!" Luckily, right about the time I decided to be a coward and call for help if something went awry, another officer pulled up. They were there forever talking to the people in charge, and I started to feel nervous when the cop pointed at our condo and then to the store. I also felt stupid for not having turned out the lights and peering through the blinds with popcorn. (Ok, no popcorn, but all the other stuff is true!)
I did leave for just a second, and when I came back, the officers were gone. However, I think the after party is back. I just heard some girls yelling outside....where is my phone?
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Fun Times In Birmingham
Well, Happy Mother's Day to all you mothers and mothers to be. We celebrated last week because I was still in Birmingham and my Grandma was visiting. We had a great time, got a cake and grilled out. I have to tell you, my Grandma was so much fun while she was visiting for our shower. This lady is 78 years old and has still got it. She still has her smart, sarcastic wit, but is truly one of the most caring people I have ever met. I have enjoyed getting to know her as an adult, rather than my "grandma" and have learned so much from her, particular since I have gotten engaged.
My mom, grandma, and youngest sister left early last Saturday for my shower in Atlanta. Y'all, this shower was beautiful One of my bridesmaids came down from Columbia, SC just to attend, as well as multiple other people who generously gave up their time on a Saturday afternoon. (I can't lie - I would have come just for the food :-) It was great to get re-acquainted with Mike's parent's friends, and things will be a little less foreign for me when the wedding rolls around in 26 days!! I am so excited and honored to have so many people who care for Michael and me and are willing to come visit with us.
We left the shower with several huge bags of homemade cookies (one which was meant for Mike but never quite made its way back to St. Louis. He wasn't happy) and headed back to Birmingham. I stayed for a few days after, while we celebrated Mother's Day and then went to look at wedding bands!! When I say "we" I do mean, me and Grandma. We actually took a little road trip to a jeweler a few hours away. When Grandma heard that I was driving there, she volunteered her time and person because she "Just couldn't imagine me driving all that way by myself." We were able to get some good quality talking time in and found the perfect band. We are still working on Mike's. The one I chose for him is apparently "too girly." I don't know what we are going to do with him.
Yesterday one of my bridesmaids and great friends up here threw me a shower at her house. It was so nice, and since I only have a handful of friends up here, it was very casual and easy. The girls that I have met through running came, as well as one more who I met through my BAR courses. We had a great time chatting and enjoying each others' company. I have pictures, but I am too lazy to get them on the computer. I know, it would make this blog much more interesting. Sorry.
Finally, the job. I LOVE IT. Now, I am not aspiring to be a waitress for the rest of my life, but I am very happy with the place I am working, as well as the girls that I am working with . I can't lie - it is more of a bar than a restaurant, but they do have good food and I can wear jeans and a polo. There seem to be some regulars who come in, and I have been told that this is where I will really make my tips. I sort of feel like I work at Hooters, just a little, but I am trying to get over it and just try to make some money. Man was law school a great investment!!
Ok, I am headed for bed. Mike got back from his Bachelor Party in New Orleans today and is already snoring away. I don't think he has slept in 48 hours. My sisters and I are going to NOLA next weekend for my "bachelorette party." All my girls are spread around the country, so a sisters trip ended up being the best option. I am really excited about it and can't wait to get back down south.
Hope everyone had a fabulous weekend and Mother's Day!! Will hopefully update sooner than later!
My mom, grandma, and youngest sister left early last Saturday for my shower in Atlanta. Y'all, this shower was beautiful One of my bridesmaids came down from Columbia, SC just to attend, as well as multiple other people who generously gave up their time on a Saturday afternoon. (I can't lie - I would have come just for the food :-) It was great to get re-acquainted with Mike's parent's friends, and things will be a little less foreign for me when the wedding rolls around in 26 days!! I am so excited and honored to have so many people who care for Michael and me and are willing to come visit with us.
We left the shower with several huge bags of homemade cookies (one which was meant for Mike but never quite made its way back to St. Louis. He wasn't happy) and headed back to Birmingham. I stayed for a few days after, while we celebrated Mother's Day and then went to look at wedding bands!! When I say "we" I do mean, me and Grandma. We actually took a little road trip to a jeweler a few hours away. When Grandma heard that I was driving there, she volunteered her time and person because she "Just couldn't imagine me driving all that way by myself." We were able to get some good quality talking time in and found the perfect band. We are still working on Mike's. The one I chose for him is apparently "too girly." I don't know what we are going to do with him.
Yesterday one of my bridesmaids and great friends up here threw me a shower at her house. It was so nice, and since I only have a handful of friends up here, it was very casual and easy. The girls that I have met through running came, as well as one more who I met through my BAR courses. We had a great time chatting and enjoying each others' company. I have pictures, but I am too lazy to get them on the computer. I know, it would make this blog much more interesting. Sorry.
Finally, the job. I LOVE IT. Now, I am not aspiring to be a waitress for the rest of my life, but I am very happy with the place I am working, as well as the girls that I am working with . I can't lie - it is more of a bar than a restaurant, but they do have good food and I can wear jeans and a polo. There seem to be some regulars who come in, and I have been told that this is where I will really make my tips. I sort of feel like I work at Hooters, just a little, but I am trying to get over it and just try to make some money. Man was law school a great investment!!
Ok, I am headed for bed. Mike got back from his Bachelor Party in New Orleans today and is already snoring away. I don't think he has slept in 48 hours. My sisters and I are going to NOLA next weekend for my "bachelorette party." All my girls are spread around the country, so a sisters trip ended up being the best option. I am really excited about it and can't wait to get back down south.
Hope everyone had a fabulous weekend and Mother's Day!! Will hopefully update sooner than later!
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