Getting back to where I left off…I’m already nervous about my wedding coordinator. She hasn’t returned my phone calls or emails for more than a week. I see this as a bad sign. Just because I return all emails faster than the speed of light doesn’t mean I expect the rest of the world to do the same, but c’mon who doesn’t check their email at least once over the course of a week?! Or listen to their voicemail? What if she pulls this same incommunicato stunt in June? Then I’m really screwed. I’ll give her another day or two. Then, syinara wedding lady.

In my last post I failed to include the background on my hair stylist, Tommy, who unlike the wedding planner has not yet pissed me off. Where as I can spend hours researching, days debating, and months testing out my options, my mother makes decisions 1-2-3. Tommy is an example. Tommy, who recently gave her "the best cut ever" is also her new gay best friend. It is my summation that in an attempt to seal her best friend status she hired him for the wedding. I have to admit I was a little shocked when she so ecstatically called to inform me that she found the perfect hair person for the wedding. I thought I’d be involved in the decision making process somehow…Long story short, I met him and loved him and so now we’re all best friends. And everyone will have gorgeous hair.

It’s December and as my cardio kickboxing instructor said last night, the perfect time to evaluate your goals. My goal is to make it through the month without kicking my bridal diet to the curb. Lots of holiday parties require lots of will-power. Boo.

And one last funny story: Last Saturday night M and I went out to celebrate our friend’s 31st birthday at this hipster dance club in Lakeview. Apparently the beat of the music and those couple of vodka sodas put me in quite the generous mood…I started inviting people to our wedding. Made them swear they’d save the date. Oops...