Wedding Upates and Snowmageddon Round 2: A Weekend Recap

Monday, we meet again. 

Actually from where I type this (Sunday) I'm secretly hoping for an adult snow day. It's been coming down pretty substantially all day, foiling plans we had to go to my parents' house for an early birthday dinner for moi. Wah. 

This weekend was pretty nondescript, although we did knock a few wedding related items off the checklist!

Let's back up, Friday night we went to a dive bar over by the U of M for one of M's friends' birthday. We ate wings, I drank sprite, I snuggled on our friend's baby (you have a babyyyyy! in a barrrr!? anyone?) and then safely carted home le tipsy, M. I took no photos.

Saturday we woke up, drank our coffee, and then set out to get M's dudes taken care of in the way of suits. Since (apparently, I know nothing of men's fashion costs) renting a tux costs about as much as buying a nice suit these days, M is opting to have the guys buy a suit. That way, when all is said and done, at least they get to walk away with a nice new suit! 

This is what he settled on:

It looks a bit grey in the picture but rest assured, it's black.
We're going through Men's Warehouse, and the style is Pronto Uomo. They offer bridal parties 50% off, so, he's getting a pretty nice suit for half the cost. Also, he's going to chip in for some of the cost for the guys as his gift to them.

We're going to be pairing the suits with white shirts and black ties.
We've been discussing the possibility of M having some kind of subtly distinctive tie.
We're also going to slap in a crisp white pocket square to class up the whole look. 

Next, we stopped by Shane Co. to get his finger sized for a ring.
There was a brief moment of panic, and copious amounts of lotion, when M's finger got stuck on the 1/4 size too small sizing ring... but we all pulled through.
After delivering an artfully crafted alibi about how we were going to use the aforementioned ring sizing adventure to then shop their collection online, we scooted home and hopped on Etsy.

Now, before you find me to be the tackiest or cheapest bride on the planet, here's my theory:
If a ring doesn't have diamonds on it, if it isn't meant to be the showy one-- as is the case with MOST men's rings.. why should a hunk of metal that I can get for $40 on the interwebz cost $300 at a jeweler?

Eeexacttlllyyy. I just spit the truth, folks.

So, this is what we went with:

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Pretty, no!?
Clean, manly, simple. Just the way M wanted it.
Also, when he inevitably loses it (I'm not stereotyping, M loses a rotation of his cell phone, wallet and/or keys on a consistent basis) I won't have a coronary because it only cost us $35. Holla.

Saturday night I crafted --finally finishing the wine cork table number stands, and made a few smaller burlap flowers for the smaller wine bottle.
I fell asleep in the 3rd period of the Gophers/Huskies hockey game, hauled myself to bed, and then proceeded to battle a wicked bout of insomnia until about midnight. Woops.

Sunday M and I battled the early snowmageddon, round 2 to head to Perkins for breakfast.
My first choice? No.
I would have preferred a quaint little cafe for devouring some quiche, but due to the weather, M placed an arbitrary mile circumference on our jaunt. Lame. So, Perkins it was.

M knew it wasn't my first choice, so when our breakfast experienced slowly descended into a slapstick comedy, he could do nothing but laugh. From the screaming children to our prime seating location:

 

It was very romantical. :P 

At least my vantage point was the women's and not the men's. I do not take my coffee with a side of urinal, generally speaking. 

After realizing the trek to my parents house was not in the cards, we settled in for a long afternoon of lounging.

Presently, I'm starving, we have no food that sounds appetizing and I'm REALLY not trying to be "that girl" who calls the pizza place and makes them deliver. Contemplating a snowy trek to the Papa John's a few blocks away.

[Edited to add: at 3:56 p.m. today (Sunday) we decided to see a 4:20 showing (matinee, holla!) of Side Effects. I am embarrassed to admit mostly I said yes because I knew it meant I got food... BUT the movie was good!]

This week is going to be pretty hectic...
Monday night we have my birthday dinner with M's mom.
Tuesday night we are having one of M's friends and his girlfriend over for dinner.
Wednesday night is the day we rescheduled today's failed birthday dinner with my family.
Thursday and Friday are TOP SECRET. but I do have a post scheduled for late Thursday night that will reveal the surprise, soooo stay tuned for that.

If you do not hear from me this week, it's either a result of the aforementioned scheduling... OR I've been swallowed up in a massive snow drift en route to find pizza and will not be found until late April.

Adios.

Snowmageddon 2012...and other happenings.

I'm typing this on Sunday afternoon, 

however it's quite possible by the time you read this, I will not have survived Snowmageddon 2012. Seriously, this is ridiculous. 

We'll get to that later. 

First up, Friday was purely a relaxing day. Got home from work, snuggled the cat, and made dinner.

It was taco night. 

TJ supervised. 

Saturday, M and I headed to my parents house to have lunch with my dad. 

We had our first meeting with the Priest who's marrying us that afternoon and decided to make the most out of our jaunt to St. Paul. 

I particularly enjoy visiting my parents to see Lucky. 

If you were wondering what the root of the #crazycatlady was... it's this cat. 

My dad found him in a vacant rental property that his friend managed, tried to get someone to adopt him, and failed. 7 years later, ...and Squish (as I have always called him) is still hangin' out.

 He's a really beautiful cat and has the prettiest blue eyes. 

We heard it was supposed to snow a lot, so we made sure Squish was ready. 

That's his "I am not impressed." face.

Dad at lunch (at Punch pizza. so good.) 

It was at lunch when my dad informed me that I'd better put down my parents' address if the priest asked where I lived. I told him that I wasn't positive, but I was pretty sure lying to the priest is a one way ticket to hell. Dad then looked at M and told him he better put HIS mothers' address. 

Silly dad. 

M and I at lunch. 

We dropped my dad off, and headed to the parish offices to meet Fr. Dan. 

We got there 15 minutes early, so I took it as an opportunity to snap some pics of the church. 

This isn't where we're getting married, but this is my childhood/family church..and I love it.

We did the unthinkable, and told the priest we live at the same address. He didn't say a word about it. So that was the end of that. 

Saturday night I had dinner with my law school friends at Axel's in St. Paul (I really am not sure what to call them anymore..since, we're not in law school anymore.. alas). Dana spent the night, since we're holding all of her furniture for her during her year long clerkship up in Morris, MN. Her, M and I watched Easy A until bed. 

Sunday morning I decided I wanted to go to Caribou to do some work, despite the impending arrival of Snowmageddon 2012.  

 We headed home at noon (Vikings kickoff) just in time to hunker down as the "4-6 inches" forecast quickly snowballed (pun intended) to a predicted 14 inches. Gotta love, MN. 

 

So I set up my "home office"... cat sold separately.. and finished up my work. 

and then this happened. 

I took these pics at noon.

It's now 4:15 and it hasn't stopped snowing. I'm sorta hoping for an adult snow day tomorrow. It was about the time I had that thought that I realized: the end of law school signified the end of the formal "snow day" as I know them. mer.

The rest of the day has been spent sporting some sweet weather-appropriate footwear.

TJ was a little concerned about the snow at first....  

 

and then there was a quick bout of cabin fever.. where things got weird for a hot minute .

 

But like any good Minnesotan, he bounced back, and adapted. 

And that's it for the weekend. 

I'm off to snuggle up on the couch and find a trashtastic movie on TV. 

Hope to see ya'll safe and sound on the other side of Snowmageddon.

Kelly