I made one

Well, I didn't do all of my invitations, but I put one completely together and it was my mom's in case I messed up, she'd still take it. I called her to tell her that I made one because I was so excited and then she told me I didn't do it correctly and I need a label on the inside envelope (excitement momentarily lost). She doesn't like my font either, but whatever. I'll make the font on the inside envelope better. So crazy, the invitation is a one-sided card that you put into an envelope that goes into a bigger envelope. I don't get it, but whatever. I did it. I'll put the rest together tonight and tomorrow. Mr. P. is playing racquetball tonight so I guess I'll work out too before starting again on the invites. We almost have all addresses collected. Phew. It's a lot of work this wedding planning but I love him so it's worth it (excitement comes back).


So I guess I'll tell you a little more about Mr. P. and I. We met at a bar in Las Vegas. Tequila Cantina's at about 4am--I'm starting to get my buzz on--I didn't start drinking until about 2am. I went there with my girlfriend Ama and we had some drinks, did some dancing and then when the dj stopped and everyone starting clearing out, a guy came and sat not next to me but one over. The bartenders weren't behind the bar so he couldn't get a drink. I couldn't tell if he was cute or not because he didn't turn towards me. We were getting ready to leave to go to the bar by our house (right down the street). The guy got up from his seat and walked out--I walked right behind him and said "Where you going, cowboy?" No, I didn't really say that. That's something my mom would say. I said something to him like "where are you going" and he turned around, shocked and asked me if I wanted to go have a drink. So we did.