Two years and change is a really long time - and unfortunately, I'm back with an ulterior motive.
When I started to plan my wedding, I thought that I'd be one of the more organized, punctual, proactive, efficient, and generally with-it brides-to-be out there. Not that I was as deluded as he was that we'd have everything done after the first few months, but I figured that when project managers marry, it can't be too bad.
When project managers marry. That hearkens uncannily to "when (insert animals here) attack."
Well, let's start in media res.
We're attempting to learn to dance. Not that we don't know how to dance, actually we tend to tear it up at parties to the extent that total strangers will comment to the hosts. And usually in a nice (if slightly embarrassed on our behalf) way. But I mean dance in the official sense.
Luckily for us, my little sister, who is of many talents, was a competitive ballroom dancer in college, and she mostly remembers how to do it all. So, based on our first dance song of choice, she selected the International Foxtrot for us, which I'm told is an incredibly difficult dance, but the American Foxtrot is supposedly its very plain (read boring) cousin, and after one lesson, we had basically learned how to do it without turns. Not that I have any idea how difficult it will be to learn the turns, but obviously this dance is not enough of a challenge for us.
Really. What else are we going to do with ourselves for the next six months? Plan a wedding? Pshaw.
