If it's not too late to post about the weekend, perhaps you'd like to know that mine was fabulous. We drove to New Jersey to celebrate my mom's birthday (which is actually in February, but that's how we roll in in my family), and spent Saturday hiking in New Paltz, NY. When I remarked, after seeing a bride being photographed in the formal gardens at Lake Mohonk, that this would be a beautiful place to get married, my mom's jaw hit the floor. "What! Don't you remember, the last time we were here, I said this would be a great place to get married, and you said 'Sure, maybe if you're old"", she asked.
Um, no I did not remember saying that at all. And I take it back, the place is lovely.
Throughout the day we had several more exchanges in which my mom recalled how scared I was of a cliff, how I cried on a hike (more cliffs), how I generally just had a terrible time. Still, no recollection from me. I was a bit unsettled that I could completely block out an entire experience like that, but I chalked it up to the fact that I must have been really, really terrified of all those cliffs. (My fear of heights (without a railing; if there's some sort of protective rail, they don't bother me) is eclipsed only by my fear of constrictor-type snakes.) (The fact that all my irrational fears have specific criteria is a topic we'll have to discuss another day).
Finally, after about the fifth time that my mom asked if I really, seriously did not remember saying what a horrible old person place this mountain paradise was, I thought to ask when exactly this alleged previous visit took place. Turns out it was when I was somewhere between the ages of twelve and fifteen.
I'd like to make a rule right now: all snotty statements about old people places and horrible times should have an expiration date, after which no one can hold them against you. Five years, perhaps? Ten years? Maybe we could say that upon graduation from high school, all previous bratty behavior is expunged from our records, and the same thing would go for college graduation and other milestone achievements. Any of you lawyer-types out there, feel free to get started drafting up some legislation to that effect.
I feel much better knowing that my memory hasn't been completely erased by all those alien abductions -- I just, understandably, don't have crystal-clearn memories of every single hike and every remark about old people places that I made fifteen years ago. And besides, by the standards of my twelve year old self, I AM old. Don't mind if I do add yet another venue to the ever-growing list of Places We Should Get Married.
So, throw in some torrential downpours on the ride home and some great BBQ, and that was my weekend. How was yours? OK, great, now that I've politely pretended to be interested, I can move on to The Complaining.
Internet, this past weekend marked the beginning of my summer marathon of being out of town. This coming weekend we have Bridal Shower/Bachelorette Party #1 in New Jersey. After that, I'll be spending the 4th of July in State College, PA visiting some college friends. The weekend after that, we leave for a week-long trip to Vermont to visit Joel's family. When we return from that, I'll be driving straight up to NJ for Bridal Shower/Bachelorette Party #2. The weekend after that, I'll be helping Sister-Wife Jenny move from Williamsburg to Richmond. For those of you keeping track, that's six consecutive weekends that will not be spent on my couch at home.
True, most of these out of town activities are for fun. But, still. I'm the type of girl who needs enough quality time with my Tivo and a good half-day each week spend organizing and compulsively cleaning the house to feel balanced. When are we going to look at the remaining wedding venues on our list? When am I going to do laundry? Go grocery shopping? More importantly, when am I am going to watch that new ABC Family show with Molly Ringwald and lie in my new magical bed?
I am really, really going to try not to let all of this stuff stress me out, and to remember that most of this IS FOR FUN. SO IT SHOULD ACTUALLY BE ENJOYED AT THE TIME. But honestly, I'm not sure I can make any promises that I won't be curled up in a corner sucking my thumb when August rolls around.