Apparently the bars around here have moved St. Patty’s Day to… today. I didn’t know bars could change holidays, but, whatever. I don’t really drink and… no thats about it. I do like green and I AM Irish, but only a little bit. Anyway Drew’s family wanted to take me out for my birthday so that’s what we did. Now I’m back home wondering where all our neighbors are, remembering they are probably at the bars and thinking that its probably a good night to do laundry.

Drew is playing WoW without me (Heroic Arcatraz, enhancement shammies can apparently only build a good gear set through PvP, which I despise, so why bother?).  I told him he can’t play tomorrow, its my birthday! I’m not even that excited really. I’m more excited about the wedding. Oh… yes…

The wedding… is in four weeks.  Don’t ask me how I’m doing, if I’m excited, if everything is going well… I’m fine until someone asks. Mostly everything is planned, we just have to pay for it all now, which is the part that really sucks. Seriously. If your thinking of legally binding yourself to another human being, just go to city hall and get a judge to sign your marriage license. It costs $20 for the license. And the gas to get there. I don’t even want to say how much we’re spending on the wedding. Note: not much. But still a lot. More than I’ve ever forked over for one event. I’ve been to a wedding that must have cost upwards of $60K and I’ve been to a pig roast backyard wedding. Guess which one I enjoyed more? The pig.

I never envisioned my wedding when I was 6 and I never had any ideas about what anything would look like before we got engaged. I keep telling everyone all I care about is the groom and the certificate. Everything else is just fluff. But… I like the fluff! When will I ever get to dress up in a white ball gown again, I ask? When?!