So I am oober excited that I'm 72 days away from marrying an insanely wonderful, precious, sweet, kind, and adorable man!
On another note... here's how my bridal shower went.
My flight to San Jose was spent with me crying and wondering why God deemed it appropriate to have my flight be delayed because of very heavy ominous clouds. (I'm not a baby honestly- but the clouds made it look like the whole Earth was covered in snow and then I thought we will never land and I surely will die in this plane... I'm glad I didn't.)
Then as soon as we got landed safely, my mom met me at the airport and we spent the day eating yummy teriyaki, getting pedicures, and just talking. After the sweet relaxation time with my mom and younger sister we went into full blown party mode. My gosh was this exhausting! I felt like I didn't stop working until I was boarding my flight back home (which also went horrible thanks to some lovely turbulence and resulted in marvelous vomit and me exploding into tears on my best friend's shoulder as soon as I got here.)
So the party was beautiful and I got LOTS of Bed, Bath, and Beyond giftcards and a couple cute lingerie outfits and we were off to an Irish Pub for the night. I danced the night away with my mom, older sister, and some cousins. Don't you love watching those really awkward 50 yr. old-ish men who absolutely can not dance but do it anyway. I know I do.
Thats all of the important details, I think.
...And now my mom is acting completely childish because I don't want a mariachi band at my wedding.
I was actually a little offended that she would suggest this but I kept that detail out, to which she replied, "Why you're Mexican?"
(Inner monologue)
UGHHHH!!! Are you kidding me?? Wow. Yes, I'm Mexican mom thanks for noticing. Also, thanks for knowing my taste in music and knowing that a mariachi band would be something I would LOVE having at my wedding. Oh wait, no... no.... no!"
So then I asked if maybe we could compromise on an idea we both liked that could be included so that we both felt like my heritage was represented but it would be something we both liked.
"No." said my mom. Quickly and rudely.
Then she said she had to go and told me to have a good day.
Yea, the rest of my day was great.
