Aw, our kitties love getting Reiki sessions!  They purrrrr and purrrrrrrr and soak it up.  Happy.

So, today, Mark and I are braving a Wedding Thing with my mom.  It is some event where there are lots of vendors selling Wedding Stuff.  And you can win free things and eat free cake and drink free cocktails, which is the main reason I decided to go.  I’m trying to keep a safe distance from the crazy Wedding People/Industry/Insanity.  But today we might be diving right into the middle of it…  which could be interesting.  So I asked Mark to bring the camera.  Of course.

The people we’ve booked already have been awesome.  But there have been lots of other vendors who… well, let’s just say they cater to a different kind of couple.  Or basically just the bride.  Or the bride’s mom.  And it’s all about “Oh, we can make your dream day come true, and you are going to feel so special and pretty and everyone will love you forever because you will have the BEST wedding day in the history of all time!”

Now, I’m a happy and enthusiastic person.  Most of the time.  But that’s because I’m sincerely happy and enthusiastic about lots of things.  And unless you’re someone I know and love, I don’t get all that jazzed about the minute details of your wedding.  So these uber-excited vendors sort of scare me.  Especially when they e-mail me 3 times in one day and call me at work and try to convince me that my “Special Day” should be entrusted to their loving care.

We have a totally great photographer.  We have laid-back yet very professional DJs.  We have a nice, helpful, chill coordinator.  My dress is being made by a super cool Seattle designer gal, Chrissy Wai-Ching.  (Oh, and I went without the bodice stitching, in case you were wondering.  Now- if y’all know of some really awesome jewelry-makers, let me know.  Preferably independent crafty peoples.)

Everything else… except maybe the cake… is basically up to my mom.  Of course we’ll give input, but I’m letting her gather info/ideas for the decor, invites, flowers, etc.  Cuz she’s good at that stuff – much better than I am at decorating and whatnot.  And because I really don’t want to deal with anymore Flowery Happy Princess-Making Vendors.  Our wedding will be meaningful, special, awesome, fun, memorable… but not a Princess Fairyland $100,000 affair.

And so today, we head off to Wedding CrazyLand.  I hope we emerge alive and intact.  Wish us luck.

P.S.  Nope, it didn’t hurt to get my tragus pierced!  It just hurts a little if I forget about it and poke my ear.  But there aren’t really nerves in that part – try pinching yours really hard, and you’ll see what I mean.

Guess what I did this evening?

Nope, this isn’t a doctor’s office.

And I didn’t get abducted by aliens and visit a special alien micro-chip removal specialist.

I got my tragus pierced!

See? There’s my newly decorated tragus. I’ll be getting the left ear done once this one heals up. I like to sleep on my side, so I didn’t want to get them both done at once. And you’re not supposed to get it wet, so I have to hold a plastic cup over my ear in the shower. But only until it heals, and hopefully I’ll heal real quick.

Mad props to Christina with Piercing Experience in Candler Park for doing an awesome, sterile, and pain-free job. I’m excited for my next visit… I don’t like being all asymmetrical. But I’ll deal for the next month or two. It was fun to get pierced again. The last time was way back in 2001 and, much to my parents dismay, I got my tongue pierced in London. Then I swallowed it in China and it closed up before I could find a replacement. The piercing, not my tongue.

Oh, and apparently I have a very flexible tragus. In case you were wondering.