the pieces of my life

Sandra came over to help me put together my wedding ensemble. The lingerie doesn’t work–it peeks through the top. I may have to splurge on the expensive stuff after all. I need it, though, before I can get the dress altered. Although, happily, there won’t need to be much altering (Mom, you can stop worrying). I’ve lost enough weight since I’ve bought the dress that it zips up with no problem, although the buttons don’t quite close (those are the fuschia flower petal buttons, Adam, in case you’re reading this. They go nicely with the pirate sleeves). However, with proper fitting lingerie, that may not be an issue either. So at this point it’s just minor adjustments to the straps. And no, Mom, stop worrying, there were no diet pills involved. We took some Polaroids of the outfit so I can show my hairdresser and use it to pick out jewelry. Also moved the dress upstairs, as the dampness of the basement was making the dress a little smelly, but nothing the cleaner won’t be able to take care of. Speaking of which, I spoke to the cleaners about getting the dress done and pressed, and there should be no problems. Got a decent sounding place on the line for the rehearsal dinner. I’m borrowing Pam’s crinoline for the wedding and will buy myself some new jewelry. Anyone got any ideas for something old and something blue?

Who knew registering would be such hard work? And who would’ve thought that Adam had a higher tolerance for it than I did? Both times we went I had to call it quits way before he did–I just maxed out on the whole shopping thing. Too overwhelming. I keep going back and forth on the every day plates–they’re a little too nice for every day, but they’re the ones we liked best. But will we like them ten years from now? Also, it’s hard to envision where we’ll be living next, so it’s hard to pick out. Granted, a lot of the furniture we have will stay, but what a bummer we don’t know where we’ll end up, because there was a lot of furniture we both found really appealing. Oh well. We’ve made the decision not to post our registeries on the wedding Web site (feels too tacky–no one should feel obligated to buy us a gift), but I can say here that we’ve registered at Crate and Barrel and at the Bon. The whole shebang (should anyone ask) can be found at www.weddingchannel.com, although it’s pretty lame and the direct sites are much better. My advice is to search under Adam’s name, as there are 150 other brides out there with my name.

Eddy: “Why am I so fat?”

Saffy: “Because you eat too much, you drink too much, and you smoke too much”

Eddy: “Oh darling, its far more likely to be an allergy to something!”

So, as my last gasp (as opposed to my Last Shout) in the world of DVD & Video, I got to interview Jennifer Saunders (I know, I know, most of you are thinking, who the heck is Jennifer Saunders). I was really eager to do it, because I adore her show–it was my number one TV editor’s pick for last year and the new series is coming out soon. (Eddie: “Pats used to go out with Keith Moon.” Pats: “Well sort of, I mean I woke up underneath him in a hotel bedroom once.”). She was quite nice on the phone, although she was pretty mellow (I called her at 4 p.m. London time and she sounded vaguely like she had just woken up). Not nearly as vivacious as her charcter (not that I expected her to be), but not one “dahling” or “sweetie” in the bunch. And while she really does love champagne, it’s just ginger ale in all those glasses on the set, except sometimes when it’s a special occasion. Bought a house in the country–she misses the shopping in London. She’s no Edina, but she’s still my hero.

Ticket to Vegas: check

Florist: check

Bedtime: check

Quote of the day:

Some folks aren’t crazy that we’ve featured Queer As Folk in a mailing. I heard one customer once wrote in “There are more Christians than pagans and perverts in the world and there always will be.”

More proof that I’ve picked a guy who’s just like dear old Dad:

A: “I was psyched because there were only four people in the class last night. All those people stupid people I don’t like didn’t show up.”

Me: “You’ve had one class and there are already people you don’t like?”

A: “Hell, yes!”

This morning’s conversation:

Me: “What kind of cookware are we registering for?” [Adam’s job is research]

A: “Well, I like the Caphalon best, but it’s so expensive.”

Me: “How much?”

A: “It’s about $80 a piece.”

Me: “That’s fine. We should just register for it if you want it. Don’t think about the price. Without thinking about price, what do you want to register for?”

A: “A pony.”

Me: “Fine! So we’ll register for a pony!”

A: “No. Your mother would probably be allergic to it anyway.”

My e-bay veil came last night… and it’s beautiful! Exactly what I wanted. Yeah!

Making progress on the wedding front. Ceremony music: taken care of. Wedding undies: taken care of. Just ordered the kippot (two dozen lavender, three dozen ivory, satin, with a button, no trim). Called the store, and the woman who answered asked how we’d like them imprinted. “Adam & Jenny,” I said. “Are you sure?” she asked suspiciously? “You are supposed to come first.” “Really?” I said. “But I figured he could be first there, since I’m first everywhere else.” In a totally serious voice, she said, “Oh no. You always come first.” The imprinting will say “Jenny & Adam.”

Oh, this is a good site! True stories from Ettiquette Hell.

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