The World is Way Too Big.
September 4, 2008 at 2:02 am | Posted in It's a Big World, Wedding Fun | 1 CommentTags: destination wedding, wedding venue
JB and I have decided we want a destination wedding.
We have no clue what that destination should be.
And the lack of clarity is overwhelming.
Yes, I know we have plenty of time and there is nothing to freak about yet. But basically every other decision about this wedding is going to hinge on the destination, from gown to guest list to flowers to favors. My hands are essentially tied until we have that destination picked, and it’s the little things I just know I’m going to have a ball with. For example, I’ve already chosen our first song, our wedding website template, and am leaning towards a particular centerpiece arrangement. All of those super-fun details will need to be reevaluated once a decision is made – reevaluated and maybe even totally abandoned.
Just to put the uncertainty in perspective, I woke up today thinking Bermuda, by lunch I was staring wistfully at the Central Park Boathouse’s website, and by the time I came home I was certain a Cape Cod wedding would be perfect for us.
So, help.
I came home and made pro-and-con lists with JB on destination types – we couldn’t even do specific destinations. We broke it in to three categories – beach/tropical, country club/independent resort, and city. We spent an hour brainstorming pros and cons of each locale. And you know what we decided?
To pick three venues in each destination type, visit them, then go with our favorite. Pro-and-con FAIL.
I think we’ve picked our three in each, which is at least a start. We haven’t been to any of these, so this list is largely based on what Google told me. Here’s what we’re thinking of:
Beach/Tropical – Bermuda
Country Club/Independent Resort - Cape Cod
City – New York City
- The Ritz-Carlton New York, Central Park
- The Central Park Boathouse
- Third venue TBD – who’s going to suggest something first? (Mom, I’m looking at you.)
Hopefully we’ll be able to get to all these places within the next four weeks – NYC is very close by, we need to get to Boston soon to show off the bling to JB’s family (and officially celebrate our engagement with them, of course), and, well, who wouldn’t want to go to Bermuda for a couple of days? And then once the destination is settled the real fun (for me) can begin – checking things off the to-do list!
A Sparkly!
September 3, 2008 at 1:30 am | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a commentWhile I’m waiting for Flikr to finish processing my Pro account order (which, PS, JUST expired like yesterday, go figure), here’s something to whet your appetite – my placeholder sparkly from JB! Drink in the awesomeness, people:
Somebody’s Getting Married….
September 2, 2008 at 8:17 pm | Posted in It's a Big World, Peeps and Such, The Future | 1 CommentTags: engagement, getting married, proposal, wedding
JB told me earlier this year that, quote, “if we aren’t engaged by September we have a problem.”
He proposed at 5:45pm on Sunday, August 31st.
Yup, it’s official. After two years and two months of dating, I’m planning to become Mrs. JB! The big moment came while we were spending Labor Day weekend in San Juan, Puerto Rico. We decided to go down there for a few days since we had Monday off anyway – at least, that’s what I thought. But no. We were actually going down there so JB could pop the question – and not have to spring for all the champagne I guzzled afterwards.
But I jest. We stayed at the Ritz-Carlton San Juan, arriving on the evening Friday August 29th. Saturday was spent on the beach, then I spent Sunday morning getting a massage before meeting up with JB by the pool. Don’t worry – we didn’t overexert ourselves.
The big moment happened in the Club Lounge on the 9th floor of the hotel. JB poured us both a glass of champagne then pulled an absolutely awesome ring out of his pocket and said:
“Miss Amanda Lynn, will you please marry me?”
He said other stuff too, but he’d kill me if I spilled EVERY SINGLE DETAIL on this blog, so you’ll have to be content with that. I of course said yes through a bunch of giggles, promptly shouted to the club lounge concierge that we were engaged, and demanded more champagne.
We went to dinner at BLT, an amazing restaurant at the hotel, where I had a filet and JB had skirt steak, then moved on to the casino to try our “gonna get married” luck there. By this point in the evening we were giddily referring to each other as “Fancy Fiances.” We lost mucho dinero at the casino but didn’t care – the luck came in sitting down next a diamond wholesaler who has a granddaughter with the same name as me. (Oh yeah. The ring? It’s totally awesome but a placeholder – a great big gaudy awesome incredible crystal). So next step is to phone her up and see what we can do about makin’ this whole thing legit(er) with some life-changing bling.
Looking ahead, here’s what we’re thinking:
-We’re going to try for the wedding on 9/9/09 – might be tough to get because of the cool date, but it happens to fall on a Wednesday which I’m hoping will discourage more sane brides than myself.
-Destination, destination, destination. Exactly what that destination is is TBD – I currently have a list of 10 options, including such specifics as “Europe?” and “New England.”
-I am determined to stay sane through this process. I was always thinking I would be a totally chill bride-to-be, and now after being engaged for about 47 hours I can see I was TOTALLY WRONG. So let this be a public plea for help. Serenity now. Serenity now.
I’m off to compare the pros and cons of Bermuda (where I have never been), Mexico (where I have never been), and the Cape (where I have never been). Photos of the gaudy awesomeness to follow shortly….
PS – I was DYING to announce this news with the wedding video clip from The Muppets Take Manhattan, or barring that at least the song. But I can’t find it ANYWHERE. Help, anyone??
Shameless Plug – FeedMeBrains.com
August 26, 2008 at 7:29 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a commentTags: zombie blog
We interrupt your regularly-scheduled reading for a quick shameless plug. Me and a couple of buddies have decided to indulge our shared obsession with a particular undead creature and create our own zombie blog:
For my squeamish readers (and I know I have a bunch, if the number of squeamish people in “real life” correlates), this will be the last zombie mention on this blog. But for those of you who need a Dawn of the Dead fix every now and again, come on down and check us out.
My Science Experiment. By Mandalyn.
August 21, 2008 at 4:11 pm | Posted in Musings | Leave a commentTags: diet, exercise, fitness, losing weight
Hypothesis: Cutting down on booze and adding 15 minutes of aerobic exercise every day (or thereabouts) will result in weight loss and all-around shape-up.
Controls: Overall diet to remain essentially unchanged. Laying-about time on the couch to remain at current levels.
Variables: Conscious effort to be made to reduce booze consumption. Specific parameters TBD, but general direction is “less than what Mandalyn drinks now.” Addition of 15 minutes of elliptical training (or comparable) per day.**
**Special notes on the variables: 15 minutes or whatever I can squeeze in before 6pm on a workday, whichever is longer. There is no way I can convince myself to do this every day without giving myself the 6pm loophole. And “comparable” does not include “randomly milling about the downtown area for an hour and calling it done,” which has been my exercise regimen to date.
Let the experiment commence!
Cutest. Boots. Ever.
August 17, 2008 at 3:42 pm | Posted in Recent Finds | Leave a commentTags: aldo, cute boots, cute shoes
OK, so I think technically these are called “bootees” but being over the age of, you know, an infant I am going to call them boots.
I went out yesterday intending to go to a car dealership – I am giving serious thought to a Mini (any thoughts, anyone? I’ve heard mixed reviews). JB and I made the fatal mistake of stopping at our local pub for lunch first, which turned into a fight (sorry JB, a “disagreement leading to a passionate discussion”) which then turned into a surprisingly frank and informative conversation leading to happiness all round (“awww”). The point of all that is by the end of this “discussion” neither of us were in the mood to go to a car dealership.
As we were deciding where to go next (Target was high on the list), my iPhone froze up on me, so we decided to head to the nearby Apple store. Which happens to have an Aldo store close by. Which happened to exactly match the gift card I’ve been carting around for months.
Tada! I am so wearing these to work tomorrow.
My Manicurist is Holding Me Hostage.
August 2, 2008 at 4:53 pm | Posted in Musings | 1 CommentTags: customer service, manicure
I have pretty nails. I’ve had pretty nails for a long time. I loooooove my pretty nails. I am frequently made fun of for being a “princess,” but truthfully I think my nails are my only princess-vice. I get my hair cut once a year (though that may increase now that I’ve found my own celebrity stylist, but that’s another post entirely). I hate shopping and have owned some staples of my wardrobe since college (and my favorite sweatshirt is from 8th grade). I wear minimal makeup to work, none outside of work. Does this sound like princess behavior? I think not.
But my nails. My nails are tremendously important.
I started getting them done almost four years ago, when I was primping for my company holiday party. I’d had regular manicures before, but that time I wanted something different. I lacked the manicure-lingo to explain it, and even worse I lacked a skilled manicurist. So I was getting my hair “did” for said party and mentioned to my stylist that I was interested in getting my nails done. She promptly handed me a coupon for 15% off for the nail place that had just opened next door and suggested I stop in there once my hair was done. Brilliant marketing move on the part of the Nail House, but I digress. After my hair was finished, I took my stylist’s advice, walked in, sat down in front of the woman who beckoned me over, and told her I wasn’t sure what I wanted. Then I noticed she had one finger done in exactly the style I wanted, so like a two-year-old lacking vocabulary I just pointed and said “I want that.”
And a relationship that has lasted longer than most celebrity marriages was born.
Ann was – and is – everything I could want in a pretty-nail technician. Meaning that when she is done I have the prettiest nails around. Oh, and she’s taught me lots of vocabulary. I get a gel permanent french with crystal finish. No tips, no acrylic. In case you were wondering.
After about eight months of seeing Ann, I moved to Danbury, CT – 40 miles from the Nail House. While this was pre-gas crisis, it was still a not-so-fun trip. But I made it. Just for Ann. Even now, I am a good 25 minute drive from the Nail House. Yet I was just there yesterday. The only real challenge that distance posed to our relationship was when I moved to Boston. We had to take a break for a while – it just wasn’t feasible for me to go 150 miles for nails. Every month. So I tried new places up there. Every month. And I appreciated Ann all the more. My first stop when I moved back was the Nail House, where I got a big hug and a huge chorus of “welcome backs” from everyone who knew me – albeit, it wasn’t many. Ann, as the owner, seems to like to change staff frequently. Very frequently.
But when I was in there yesterday, I was struck by something I think I’ve been feeling for quite a while, but never so strong as yesterday. See, I’m held hostage by my manicurist. She knows I love her. She knows I can’t get by without her. She knows I’ll drive 40 miles for her, and that if I stop coming by for a bit, I’ll always be back. Add that to the fact that in the last four years many MANY other people have “discovered” her (and her talented technicians, Ann accepts nothing less than perfection from her employees), and you have, shall we say, not the best customer service experience.
Like yesterday. I had called a few days previously and made an appointment, with Ann, for 3pm. I showed up right at the dot of 3 to find Ann with another client. She kind of looked at me, shrugged, and said, “One minute, one minute.” (As with many nail salons, this one is primarily Korean and Ann doesn’t speak a large amount of English.) So, fine. One minute. I can deal with one minute. What I had trouble dealing with was when it was a half hour later, Ann was still working with her other client, and she motioned me over to someone else to “start” while she “finished up.” This other manicurist basically did the whole thing. Now this bothered me for two reasons:
1) The principle – I’d made the appointment with ANN. I was expecting ANN to do the work. If she were out sick or something, that’s different. But just because she double-booked herself is not, to me, an acceptable reason for her handing me off to someone else, especially a half hour late.
2) The reality – there’s a reason that I make appointments with Ann. When I’ve been in a rush, I’ve used other technicians. When I’ve brought in referrals with me and Ann wants to dazzle them herself, I’ve had to use other technicians (another big customer service faux paux, wouldn’t you agree?). And no offense to the other technicians, but I think Ann is better. So I make my appointments with her.
So, I was pissed, There I was, wasting a half hour when I had had the foresight (and, hello, courtesy to Ann) to make an appointment days in advance, and then I didn’t even get what I’d asked for (services performed by Ann). I started thinking about what I could do. I realized pretty much the only actionable thing I could do was take my patronage somewhere else. Literally. That’s it. I could bitch. I could moan. I could try to respectfully point out how this treatment of loyal customers would make Seth Godin’s hair turn white. And I know the only thing Ann would do in response to any of those reactions is say, “Oh, sorry. We are very busy these days,” and go back to whatever she was doing. No. My only actionable response to this treatment is to say, “I will not stand for this treatment, unless it improves I’m going somewhere else.” And I have to mean it. And I don’t.
Because no one does pretty nails like her. ::sigh::
The Emerald Isle.
August 1, 2008 at 4:08 pm | Posted in It's a Big World | Leave a commentTags: athlone, dublin, ireland, irish vacation, trip to ireland
In the two wonderful years that JB has been in my life, I’ve been exposed to Ireland. In a big way. In a big. Big. Big. Way.
JB’s parents both came to the U.S. as teenagers, alone, from County Galway. Much of his extended family lives in Ireland now, and he has routinely gone over at least two or three times every year throughout his life. We even met in Ireland – my first visit, his 900th.
At the beginning of July, we went back for my third trip and his 950th. For pretty much the first time ever for both of us, there was no agenda to this trip. No events, no celebration, no specific reason for being there besides the 4th of July here (i.e. no work) and JB’s desire to rack up some additional AA miles.
We arrived into Dublin at around 11am Thursday, after getting on a plane at JFK at 7:30pm Wednesday and changing planes in London. After collecting our bags, we hopped in the rental car for the 3 hour drive to Athlone, the area in which that JB’s aunt, two uncles, and grandmother live. JB’s 950 trips mean that he can drive on the “wrong” side of the road like a pro, which I am totally down with.
Driving through these small towns is like nothing I’ve ever seen before. There are cows everywhere. Everywhere. Not just out in the country – you’ll be driving through more suburban areas (i.e. houses within a mile of each other) and you will see cows in front yards. Guaranteed. Also sheep and horses, but mainly cows. It’s only when you’re actually in a downtown area, where you might find a general store, a gas station, and 4 pubs, do you not see cows – and if you blink you’ll miss those downtown areas. No buildings are above two stories, everything is painted beautiful pastel colors of blue, pink, and yellow, and some of the brick has been there for centuries.
The landscape of Ireland is everything you’ve heard and more. Rolling, green hills as far as the eye can see. Lush trees, bushes, shrubs everywhere. And there’s a reason for that – it rains ALL THE TIME. Not the way it rains in the States – the rain in Ireland is more like a light mist all the time. Sometimes it gets heavier and becomes “real” rain, and sometimes it gets lighter and the sun comes out for a few minutes. But you can always feel that mist there. This is not a bad thing. It lends kind of a romantic air to the world – when it’s not freezing cold, that is – and the view more than makes up for it. But suffice to say that if you’re visiting Ireland and forget to pack the sunblock, don’t panic.
If you’re planning a trip to Ireland, do yourself and a favor and don’t limit yourself to the big city areas, or the tourist traps. Take a bus tour, or if you’re brave, a self-driving tour. That’s how you’ll see the real country of Ireland. The magic of Ireland is not in downtown Cork, at the Blarney Stone, or in cosmopolitan Dublin (although all of those are wonderful places to visit in their own right). The magic of Ireland becomes apparent when you see a cow in a front yard.
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