and then they ran

•July 11, 2008 • Leave a Comment

This was probably the best thing that will ever occur during my wedding planning.

So after a horrendously long bus ride to Baltimore (that was almost 3 hours later than it should have been) and an even more stressful train ride to the airport to get our car, we arrived at the infamos Filene’s Basement at a little before 11:30pm. Luckily for us, the store was under an awning on the second story of a strip mall. It was in the back so it wasn’t facing the main road, and it was reletively quiet. There was already quite a handful of people there, probably around 30-40 or so already in front of us. We picked our spot at the end of the line and decided to take turns heading to what we thought was a 24-hour WalMart next door. Turns out the WalMart closed at 11, so Amelia headed to a little grocery store type thing to see what they had while I held down our spot.

Aparently we were out of the loop when it comes to camping out at night in front of a store. People in front of us had tents and sleeping bags and chairs and the people who arrived after us had inflatable air mattresses. We, well, we had nothing. At all. I guess that tends to happen when we come from Omaha and everyone else is local.

I guess we (or me, I should say, since Amelia was still gone) looked kind of pathetic, because the nice family in front of us decided to give us a quilt to lay on so we didn’t have to sleep on the concrete. Combine that with the beach towel Amelia bought us at the grocery store and we were quite the site.

We got a couple somewhat decent hours of sleep…well, as decent as can be sleeping on the concrete. Early in the wee (cold, freezing, freezing cold) hours of the morning the tv station reporters started showing up to do their live reports for their morning news. Everyone finally got moving around and the line magically shortened (who knew tends and air mattresses took up so much room?), but we had to stand. By this time various wedding vendors from the area decided to capitalize on the fact that they had so many potential brides in one place and started handing out various flyers, most of which ended up in the trash cans. Who wanted to carry random pieces of paper around when the doors opened and it was a free for all for the dress?

By this time we were getting excited and the dresses were in site. Rivalries were starting to be formed, and you could see all the potential brides eyeing each other for dress size similarities.

Or maybe that was the Rock Star energy drink making me see things a little crazy.

Either way the hours were counting down, and the strategies were being formed.

And then, the Gods looked down, and smiled.

And aside from the possibility of finding a dress, bestowed on me the greatest gift of all.

So you see those people on the right in the light blue shirts? Well they were from the outstanding WeddingWire website. Aside from giving out awesome WeddingWire shirts to all the brides, they were also giving out 4 gift certificates for a free dress! All you had to do was pick the correct number between 1-1000. Well, my favorite number is 3, so my options were going to be 3 or 33, but when they actually asked for my guess, I realized that I could pick 333, three 3’s, I was excited! So my vote was cast and I forgot about the whole issue.

I headed to WalMart to get some signs to make our “Want” and “Need” signs.

*Side Note* The WalMart there has TWO stories. With an escalator. And a specialty designed cart escalator. Yes, that was very, very impressive to me for some reason. Again I’m blaming the Rock Star drink.

Anywho I walked back and when I got up and through the MASSIVE amount of people that had gathered (all down the side of the building and then down the stairs!) there were a bunch of WeddingWire people standing near our spot. I climbed back through the people and found Amelia, and the WeddingWire people announced that they had a winner in that section. So they went back through and had us repeat our numbers. After they had asked a couple people behind me, they went “Yes, we have a winner!”

And, well, since I’m typing about it you can obviously guess what happened next…but just in case you didn’t…

Pardon my crappy appearance. Remember I had slept outside all night.

Anywho, I won a free dress! ME! I’ve never won anything! But apparently 3 IS a lucky number.

After this the time went by rather quickly. We formed an “aliance” with the amazing people in front of us who gave us the blanket, so there were a total of 5 people who could grab dresses and a mom to stake out a spot. She had brought her mom and brother and one of the few fiance’s there. They had all driven up from Virginia (or was it North Carolina? I can’t remember.) But since she was a different size from me, we figured that an aliance would be beneficial for the both of us since we could grab even more dresses.

Anyway the crowd was getting ansy and the employees were getting ready. It reminded me of a scarier version of Black Friday shopping. By scarier I mean picture over 500 scary, insane BRIDES (yes, 500 BRIDES. Not to mention how many people they brought with them, which was an average of about 4 people per bride. We were SEVERELY outnumbered with our 2 people, total.) who are all trying to save thousands of dollars on their dream wedding dress.

Yes. That is the dresses hanging in all of their glory. Notice how far back they go!

Again, pardon how ridiculous we look. I promise we don’t usually look like that. But we were tired. And the upcoming pictures of dresses make me look equally as ridiculous. But just ignore the makeupless face and messy, messy hair. 🙂

At this time the crowd was getting a bit…ansy. After all, there were over 500 brides in line at this time, not to mention the hundreds of groupies for said brides. Amelia and I were pretty much outnumbered, most groups had at least 5 or 6 people.

The employees inside were taking the tape off the racks now, and the line was steadily moving closer to the still-closed door (can we say, ow?) The poor workers inside looked terrified and held onto the racks for dear life. Which they very well should have, considering what happened next.

And the countdown began.

And the brides started running.

Imagine those scary scenes from the Day After Thanksgiving sales that you see at the big stores offering incredible deals, like back when places were selling the XBox. Or Furbies. Or some other hot item of the year. You see those old ladies being trampled into the ground and people screaming and running n every direction, and you sat at home watching this on your TV and said to yourself, “Morons.”

Yeah, I was that moron. Only imagine that scene, with a rampage of violent, obsessed brides and their mothers who are hoping to save a few thousand dollars to get their dream dress.

It was violent. It was ugly. It was painful.

Before the doors opened we were shoved off to the side next to the main doors. We were so packed that we had moved up about 3x closer than we had been all night, and the doors were still closed. When the doors finally opened, people screamed, the line moved slowly because people couldn’t fit through the door, and we got showed into the wall. I hadn’t even taken a step.

Somehow I managed to get through the door and by this time I had lost Amelia. But I was in the store, there were the dresses, and all hell had broke loose.

I ran. And I grabbed. And I grabbed some more. I couldn’t see, the dresses were heavy, and there were employees yelling for people to go this way and not that way and it was utter chaos. Somehow I found our group and I threw down my stash on our pile and turned to go for more, and the thousands of dresses were gone.

This was less than 30 seconds since the doors opened.

Then the fun began. We shifted through the dresses, we had grabbed about 50 I would say between the 5 of us, and passed between me and the other girl to shift out possibles. Her fiance was involved in bargaining (yes, there was intense bargaining), her brother and Amelia were shifting. I was stripping.

Dresses were flying, somehow we stole a dress rack to put our trades on. People were hovering, trying to steal from our pile. Unkind words were said.

Pretty quickly I found a potential dress. I really liked it and it did fit, although it was small. I wanted to lose weight anyway. Ha. So that dress went into safe keeping, away from the hoarding, grabbing arms of brides who came too late and mothers who didn’t expect this big of a crowd.

This was Contender #1:

I liked it. But then I found this.

Contender #2:

This one was my favorite. And the one I would have bought. This would have been the one I wore to the wedding. I didn’t have The Dress moment, but it was beautiful.

This was also a strong contender because it was so different. It wasn’t really me but it was gorgeous.

Contender #3:

I have no idea what was going on with my face here. Again, remember the sleeping on the sidewalk fact.

By this time I had sifted through the large pile of dresses and had my small stack of these 3. I was sending picture after picture to my mom and she was on the phone. People around the store would cheer, signaling they had found their dream dress. The dresses were slowly making their way back onto the rack.

I had narrowed it down to Contenders 2 and 3. I liked the first one, but I was drawn to the elegance of the 3rd and the coloring and detailing of the 2nd.

After a while a girl near us tried on a really different looking dress, she ended up not liking it and passing it off to us. This was Amelia’s favorite, but it wasn’t screaming The Dress to me.

Sort of A Contender:

It was definitely pretty. And it had a really unique cut and a pretty back. But it didn’t have the cathedral train that I wanted, and the boob area just wasn’t setting well with me.

After much deliberation and discussion with my mom, I decided to get both Contenders 2 and 3. I had my free dress certificate to use for one, and then I would just pay the $249 for the second. I really wanted my mom’s opinion and to see it in person. And then I wasn’t really out anything since I had one free.

So while Amelia started putting all the dresses back into a more uniform pile and back on the hangers, I went out to take a last look on the racks to see if anyone had put anything decent back up. I found a couple, but neither were great. But I had to try on at least one out there dress that I most definitely would not wear.

Yes, it had been a long night/day/whatever. And yes those were feathers. And solid beading on the top. That sucker was HEAVY. And probably almost 10 grand in a normal store. But not so much me. But it was fun.

So I had decided on the two, and figured in my head that I would be wearing Contender #2 for the wedding. The only drawback to that one was it was a bit snug. Not so much that I wouldn’t have worn it, but enough that I might not eat the week of the wedding. Ha. I still wasn’t 100% sold, but I was wearing thin and getting hungry. It was almost 11 in the morning now and the store had opened 3 hours before.

So Amelia, the wonderful bridesmaid that she is, told me to go take one last look around, just to ease my mind, and she would clear up the area. So I walked around and didn’t really find anything that stood out. On my way back to our section, I saw a girl trying on this dress that was so unique and different, that I was immediately drawn to it. I had no idea the size, and it was definitely unlike anything I would have tried on back home. But I was drawn to it, and so I followed the girl and asked her if she liked it. She said she wasn’t sure, and asked it I wanted to try it on. I said sure, and she gave it to me. It was a bit bigger than my normal size, but I was still struck by the unique color and style. It sort of threw me with the color, and when I took it back to Amelia she looked at it and went “I dunno…”.

But I didn’t have anything to loose, so I put it on. I wasn’t by a mirror, but I put it on and something inside just…clicked. I can’t describe it. I looked down at the intricate lacing and the coloring and the incredible train and just knew. Amelia was like “Wow.” And I got that feeling that they talk about.

I found a mirror and started crying. Yes, I never thought I would cry when finding my dress, but it happened. Uncontrollably, but it happened. I wasn’t balling or anything, and it could have been the RockStar wearing off, but there were tears and people walked by that I had never met and told me that that was The Dress.

I sent my mom a picture and called her. She sent me a text saying that was the one. No questions. She said it made her cry. She told me on the phone it was no contest. The other contenders just slipped out of my mind. This was The Dress. And it was completely unlike any other dress I had seen. It had that Vintage, Antique look that is the theme of the wedding and fit really flattering. It needs to be taken in a bit, but it is definitely the most flattering.

Yes, that’s it. The Dress. See the happiness on my face??? I even took my hair down. And even makeupless and tired it made me feel oh so pretty.

We did the cheer, and said goodbye to the Contenders. I never even looked back at them.

With my wonderful free giftcard, the dress came to a wonderful $14. I paid tax. It was incredible.

Later I found out it was a Justin Alexander designer dress. Priced around $3,000. How incredible was this?!

So the trip has been well worth it. I got the dress. The entire trip was less than the dress I was going to get back home. Now I just have to figure out how to get it home.

Luckily the rental car will do for the rest of the day.

So that was the big adventure. If there is any way to experience this for yourself, do it. I will never forget that experience and I only wish my mom was able to be there. I never did learn the name (well, I forgot it actually, oops) of the girl we made the alliance with, but she did eventually find a dress. Long before I found my definite one. And it was gorgeous too.

Here are a few more pictures from the day, taken after my dress was safely tucked into the truck on our rental car.


how much, exactly?

•July 10, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Kleinfeld’s. What can I say?

First off we had a bit of a trying morning actually getting to the place. Me, in my generosity to buy gifts for my family, didn’t exactly have room in my bag to carry everything I had bought people from New York. I had also bought my mo delicious popcorn and I wanted her to have it BEFORE it went bad, and I wasn’t coming home for another week. So I decided to mail everything back to them. Well, apparently that can be a very hectic thing to do in NYC, and the box was too big for the self-send machine, and apparently the tape is wrong for the box. In the end, it took too long so we carried the large two boxes to Kleinfeld’s. Our looking like we can afford things was pretty much out the window at that point, since we arrived 15 minutes late, sweating, and carrying two large boxes being shipped back to Omaha. It was quite amusing I’m sure as we run in the door and try to look like we belong in this upscale and designer store. After we stowed our boxes behind the receptionist and tried to look like we belonged, we were taken back by a girl who pretty much fit the description of the girls you see on the TV show. She had the demeanor about her that told me she loved weddings at one time. She was one of those girls who was in love with the idea of helping that eager bride find that gown of her dreams, but she had since been hardened by bridezillas and mothers demanding the best and being so picky and turning their wedding into the hottest event of the year instead of merely a celebration of love. Basically, she was nice. But she was also a bit fake, and had the expression that she did this a thousand times a day and told all brides they looked beautiful even when they didn’t.

In any case, we were shuffled through the maze of beautiful dresses into an astonishingly small dressing room. For all of the glamour and hype this place brings, I fully expected their dressing rooms to be bigger and more grandeur than those in Omaha. Or those in the local JC Penny, in any case. But we went in, and she asked us why we came to Kleinfeld’s, which is the question that I knew, from reading various online posts about it, was the deciding question on whether or not you would have this salesperson’s undivided attention. We casually diverted the question, saying that we came to NYC specifically to shop for a wedding gown, since the selection in Omaha was to small. We said we had been to Chicago (lie number 1) and found nothing and came here, to the wonderful big Apple, after seeing the dress in a bridal magazine. We told her we were there for this ONE specific dress, and we made it sound like we saw the dress, knew it was the one, and booked our flights for New York. Simple as that, because, obviously, we had money.

She then went on to tell us about how that designer was magnificent, and how her dresses take a full year to create, because they are custom, and she personally takes 26 different measurements of your body in order to ensure the perfect fit. Other designers apparently take only 3, and this is what makes her dresses to unique and amazing. She hand creates each one, and the lady proceeded to tell me how if I had one of her gowns, I would knock the pants off of everyone in Omaha, because no one there will ever have come close to seeing a dress of such beauty.

Then she told us this designer’s price range.

Before I get to the price of this dress, I have to state that before coming in here I knew the dress was going to be alot. I knew it was going to be way out of my league and there would be no way I could afford it. Coming to that gallery was merely for fun and to see how the rich and famous shop for their wedding gown. But I have to tell you also that I am shocked I was able to keep a straight face when I learned of the price. On the outside, my expression was calm, collected, a “That’s all? Of course that’s in my price range” expression. But on the inside, I did a double take, and laughed. The website said this dress was in the $5,000 + range. Keep that in mind.

“So you are familiar with this designer’s pricing, I imagine?”

“Oh yes, somewhat”

“So you do know that *she smiles, kind of whispers in that “it’s alot but obviously not for you” type voice* her dresses go up to around $20,000″

*um, come again?* “Yes”

“So that isn’t an issue then for you?”

“Nope, not at all *big smile*

If you aren’t catching the lie that is forming here, you have to know by now that there is no way on this insane earth that I would ever be able to afford a $20,000 dollar dress. Heck, I can’t even afford a $1,000 dress. But it was fun to lie.

We went out into the store to find said dress, and we got to this designer’s area and I loved many of them. I wanted to get the full use out of my hour and 30 min time slot, so I picked out a few. Then I saw it. On the end of the rack, hanging there in all of it’s glory. Time stopped, the earth stood still, and the dress was actually in my possession.

Let me start off by saying that it was HUGE. It had a series of hoops underneath it, causing anyone who wanted to stand near me to have to me at least 5 feet to either side. Amelia and I determined later that Adam would have to not be near me on the alter if I was in that dress, and we would be unable to have a first dance, because we would be unable to touch.

In any case, we got the dress back to the room, and the sales girl is determined not to leave it alone with us. we had our camera phone at the ready, poised for that instant when we would be able to send a picture to my awaiting mother back home. It didn’t seem that time would come, until she asked if I needed a bra. I jumped at this, said yes (even though I was already in a strapless). She walked out of the room, and in a matter of seconds, we had snapped a quick picture of the dress hanging on the rack. It was less than a split second after the camera snapped its picture that the lady returned. But we were victorious. Granted, it wasn’t on my body yet, but it’s still the dress.

To show you just how crazy they are about no pictures, I was forced to strip in front of the sales lady. It was a tad uncomfortable, and I would have preferred to be with Amelia and not some unknown stranger who I know was establishing my every flaw, including my American Eagle polka dot underwear. But then I stepped into the dress, and although I had steered myself so I would not get that “Holy shit that is the dress” feeling and start to cry, I did do a double take on just how gorgeous it really was. The detailing was incredible. It was a perfect dress.

And the final price? A mere $24,500.

Yes, you read that right.

The lady proceeded to corset me into the dress, I don’t think I have ever been pulled into a dress that tightly in my life. Since the designer is Israeli, apparently they have to put the modesty piece in the back behind the corset, so your back is not seen. Well, we almost had our chance to get a picture here, because as she was riffling through her drawer to find one, she mentioned she might have to go and get one. I eyed Amelia in the mirror, and we glanced at my phone sitting on the chair. We were ready. But alas, she found a piece in the bottom of her drawer, and our one chance was foiled.

We then went out to the mirror. I couldn’t fit through the door, you actually have to pick up the hoop, turn it sideways, and still walk sideways in order to squish yourself through the door, that is how large this dress is. We went out into the main gallery, and apparently because I have a $24,500 dress on my body I command some sort of attention from the other employees, because within seconds I had multiple people telling me how astonishing this dress looks, and how wonderful it fits, and how great it is. The manager of the store (yes, the one on the TV series herself) even came up and gushed about how gorgeous it is. They brought me the custom, hand designed veil to match, and it did look amazing. And guess what, the veil was only a mere $6,200.

Yeah. A see through sheer piece of veil was $6,200.

I admired the dress, we told everyone how it was the one, how it was exactly what I had imagined (truth here). She asked if it was the one I’d take home that day, we talked about how it was my mom’s dream to get to see the dress, and how I was sent out to pick it out, and then the two of us would return at the end of the month to place the order. The lady faltered, then recouped, and told us about their webcam service, which is what parents who are unable to be there use to see their daughter in the dress so they can make the purchase that day by phone.

A snag in our plan.

Luckily, Amelia to the rescue, saying how she is at work, and how she doesn’t have access to a webcam at the moment. Being in the military and all (no, my mom is not in the military. Not even close.).

The sales lady returned to smiling then, apparently the military is a valid excuse, and because she was getting vacation in only a couple weeks, things were again great with the world. She asked us multiple times if we were sure she would be able to come back, and if we were 100% positive that she would come in to order the dress in a couple weeks. Yes, of course. It was the dress after all.

She wrote down the style and the dates that the designer herself would be in the store. Apparently she would be there the exact time we would be coming back, and I could get measured by the designer herself. Wow, how wonderful, we exclaimed. All was well with the world, and I was getting a $24,500 dress and $6,200 veil. And, gasp, because I’m from out of state they might be able to work with me on the price.

Right. Ok.

We grabbed our packages with the promise of a phone call when my mom got done with her work, and left the store.

The doors closed behind us, and we started laughing.

And pretty much crying.

And wondering why in God’s good name were we in that store.

And laughing about our ridiculous story that we had concocted.

And me slightly upset that only 30 min of my time slot had passed and I only tried on 2 dresses (the other was a no, which is why it didn’t get mentioned).

My mom was throughally entertained by the story. And said when she got her military leave at the end of the month and came up to buy me my $24,500 dress that I might need to buy a second for pictures. And maybe another style for the reception, seeing as this one is so huge and all.

I love my mom.

the nyc experience

•July 9, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Today I got to experience all that is New York City in one magical day. I have to confess, it was pretty awesome. Although I also have to confess, it was pretty much exactly what I imagined, which was slightly depressing.

In any case, today involved a lot of walking and subway riding. We went to Times Square which was just as busy as it is on TV. We attempted to get a Broadway show ticket, but found out that the Matinees are only available on Wednesdays and we weren’t there in enough time to get student rush tickets. So rather than pay $100 plus on a ticket, we gave in to this pushy little man on the street who was selling tickets to the NY Stand Up Comedy Club for some “Last Comic Standing” taping for Comedy Central. We only paid $5 for the two tickets, and in the end I think we really paid the money to make him stop talking, but we were going to go out to the bars that night anyway so figured this was a safe bet, no cover, and would maybe give us a few laughs. I’ll get to that experience later.

After a long walk about Times Square we took the subway to the ferry at Stanton Island. That was pretty cool, it was a free ferry that took us up by the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island without the cost of actually going to the island. All I wanted to do was see it, and I didn’t want to pay the ridiculous amount to stand on the crowded island in front of the Statue.

Anyway, that was fun. Then we went to the World Trade Center site, which is being rebuilt into a memorial park with pools and dedicated walkways where the towers once stood. Although there wasn’t a memorial or anything built up there and you really couldn’t tell what had happened there unless you actually read what they were building, it was still eerie. I don’t know, to just look at how close all of the buildings down there are together and then to look up and see this large gaping hole is just kind of like, wow. I was attempting to take a picture of the magnitude of the emptiness, but it just isn’t appreciated on a camera.

After this we headed back to our Pod and got ready for our night out. We made it, late, to the comedy club which is, I guess, the same one that is used in the opening of Seinfeld.

Whatever. We got in, and were disappointed to find that there was NOT any cameras or video crews taping anything. And I was disappointed by the first couple acts. They weren’t very funny, and the guy who sold us tickets had told us we would have our own table, etc, and we were shoved on the end of a long table with probably 12 other people. Oh well. The night did get better, and the last two acts were hilarious. And the drinks were good. And afterwards we went to the bathroom and low and behold, there is a multi-colored condom dispenser outside the door. Complete with multi-colored condoms that say New York City on them. We were a bit funny from the drinks, and this was quite hilarious to us, so we took turn taking each others pictures while we dispensed said free condoms. Now we had shiny, multi-colored souvenirs. Ha.

We decided to forgo the subway and walk the long way back to our hotel to see the city at night (a bad idea later, this is where the overtaking blister occurred). It was really pretty and when we arrived in Times Square it was just as impressive as in the day. It was closing in on midnight and shops were still open and in full swing. The lights were pretty amazing and I found a really awesome painting type thing of Yankee Stadium for my grandma from an artist on the street. It was his last day selling so all the prints were a mere $3, which included the matte.

Now we are overly exhausted. Tomorrow is the big day though, where I get to see the dress. Yes, I made the appointment at Kleinfeld’s Bridal and we are going in there with a *cough* unlimited budget, and we have to concoct a story as to why we aren’t buying that day, since after watching “Say Yes to the Dress” we’ve come to realize that the girls there really hate you if you are just coming in to look. No cameras are allowed, but SOMEHOW, a picture will come. Yes. We will have to be sneaky, but somehow…

new york, new york!

•July 8, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Ahhh. So I had my awe inspiring moment today.

Amelia and I left at an ungodly hour for New York City. Adam, oh how I love him, drove us. AT like 4 in the morning. Granted he wasn’t really coherent and didn’t really understand, but he did it. And then Amelia and I were on a plane to the big Apple.

We got into the city on the subway, so my awe inspiring moment didn’t actually come until I had been in the city for a bit. When we finally emerged from the underground on the escalator, I have to say I got that feeling that the characters in the movies get. That “Holy Shit I’m In New York City” expression. Yes, it really was that…big. So big.

We got to this uber cute hotel after walking for endless miles and finally got to sit down. I was so tired, but also so EXCITED, because we had a YANKEES GAME in not very long. Yes, the highlight of my trip was going to be the day we arrived!

Tilt your head, but this was our Pod!

So we slept for a bit and then headed off to the Bronx…you cannot imagine the multitude of people that attend these game. We had to wait for almost 3 subways to pass us before we could even squeeze onto one since they were all full of people dressed in blue and white. It was def. amazing.

And the stadium. Holy wow. It really was incredible. Even Amelia gave it the “Yeah, this is pretty flipping amazing”. And that should tell you something, since she hates baseball.

I hate history. Always have, always will. However, being here in Yankee Stadium really was an amazing thing. To think that all of the greats, all of the legends of baseball have played in this stadium was really overwhelming. Babe Ruth played here. Babe Ruth. I mean come on! He walked in that stadium. He held a locker in that stadium! The Ruth era was BORN there and baseball was forever changed. And at the end of this season, they are tearing this monument down. It’s wrong.

Don’t get me wrong, I hate the Yankees. I’m a Boston fan, it is sort of implied. But I rooted for the Yanks. Never again will claps and cheers for Derek Jeter escape my mouth (unless, of course, he joins the great ranks of the Red Sox), but I was in Yankee Stadium. With 53,089 other people. The atmosphere was overwhelming. It was packed. And it was against the Devil Rays. Where else in this country would a Devil Rays game sell out?! Not even in Tampa, that’s for sure.

But it was insane. The crowd, the city, the game, it was just great. And something I never thought I would get to experience. I almost cried when I saw the field. It really was that impressive. And to top it off, it was a good game. The Yanks won 5-0 and we got to see some amazing plays and a home run. Seeing the stadium at night was something I will always remember. It truly was incredible. And it was worth the entire money spent on the trip to see that game.

The one thing that really saddened me was the fact that the brand new stadium is right next door. You can see it and it’s pretty much in the parking lot of the original. It has the same name, and the sad thing is that it looks IDENTICAL to the old one. Usually when a new stadium is built it is totally transformed into this new, modern monument. But this was an exact replica. With the same name. A few feet away from the original. To me, the money it cost to rebuild that stadium should have went to restoring the old one, if they weren’t planning on building an exact replica. It would have made alot of fans happy. So that depressed me, since the aura of the original was just so powerful and so magnificent, I have a hard time imagining an exact replica will give off that same awe inspiring impression.

After all, the Babe didn’t play in the new stadium.

But it was an incredible day. And I think Amelia had fun. We were up high in the cheap seats (that still cost us $35 plus all the fees because the game was sold out) and she almost fell asleep a few times, but she said the crowd was an experience she would never forget.

Tomorrow we go exploring. And I get to see Times Square. And all of the other greatness that is NYC. Although this, this experience of seeing Yankee Stadium in all its original glory and actually seeing where baseball was, pretty much, created, is something that will be damn hard to top.

yay for baseball

•July 8, 2008 • Leave a Comment

So I cannot believe that tomorrow night at this very time I will be sitting in Yankee Stadium. THE VERY STADIUM that Babe Ruth played in. Sigh. It’s every baseball fan’s dream. And I am going to be there.

Shit and now I need to go and find my battery charger for my camera. I am going to be severely upset if I can’t find it.

and it’s july…

•July 1, 2008 • Leave a Comment

So today was one of those days that I just seriously feel like I accomplished nothing, even though I did.

I spent last night editing and actually fell asleep with my computer next to me.  I figured when I woke up that I would just go ahead and finish up for a couple hours, and then I’d get ready and get on with my day.  Well, I accomplished the waking up part, and I finished the video I was working on…but by that time it was 5:55 and time for me to leave for my dance class.  So that left no time for food (I had neglected to eat all day as well) or a shower, which are both necessities for a pole dancing class.  So I pretty much felt disgusting during a class geared towards feeling amazing about your body, and all I ended up doing was getting dizzy and slightly buzzed from the alcohol Amelia gave me, since that was the only thing that had made its way into my body all day.

Now I am tired.  But since I have been staying up so late lately I have messed up my sleep schedule and now can’t sleep.  Blah.

So I start my last two classes tomorrow.  Oh how happy I will be when I no longer have to worry about school and everything.  It seems so unreal though, being this close to being done.  I really hope these classes don’t take too much out of me.  Ughh.  I just keep telling myself that they are only 5 weeks long, so either they will be ridiculously easy, or ridiculously hard.  Lets hope its the first one.

I can’t wait until our trip!  I am looking so forward to it.  I just hope that I dont get royally screwed in these classes.  That would severely suck.  Hmm…might want to tell Dr. Allen tomorrow that I’ll be missing two classes.  Ha.

I’ve been looking up many different styles of shoes for the wedding.  So far none of them have satisfied my overly picky taste.  Guh.  I want something different, not the traditional white shoes for the wedding.  So many of the shoes look the same.  I haven’t decided yet, I might want a bolder color.  Maybe a hot pink?  That might be fun.  No one would really see them, since they would be under the dress, but they would make for a cute picture.  I saw someone who dyed their underskirt slip thingy pink too.  THAT would be awesome!  Maybe that will happen too…


•June 28, 2008 • Leave a Comment

So exhausted.

So today Amelia and I had the privilage of doing photograhy for Nora & Jeremy.  They were a super cute and fun couple and the day was filled with alot of interesting things…including a tornado warning.

Yes, I said it.  Tornado warning.

That was exciting.  We actually took the bridal party outside about 5 minutes before the storm hit full force, and after the couple had their first meeting, we took some quick pics before the winds started hitting and then we all ran at top speed for cover.  The doors closed and it started pouring.  There was a tree uprooted in front of the church, and power is still out all over the city.

But aside from that, the wedding went really well.  The ceremony was beautiful (I don’t think I’m ever going to not cry at a wedding we work) and the reception was at this awesome kick-ass building with to die for windows.  And we won’t even go into the love I have for the groom’s mother’s cheesecake.  Mmmmm.

After that I went and helped Amelia move her computer…the things I do for my life-partner.  Haha.  Her power was out at her apartment, but we managed.  And now I am so tired but my leg is in alot of pain for some reason and it wont let me sleep.  Ughhh.  I’m not quite sure why except maybe it’s tired.  Maybe I will sleep until I have to go to work tomorrow.  That sounds nice.

I’m so excited for my wedding now.  Every time we work a wedding I get more excited, knowing that I get to plan MY day like that.  And seeing other people’s big day gives me different ideas on how I want things to go and different things that work and dont work.  It’s nice.  But always after going to a wedding here I get more excited.

So I had to go up to UNO today and get measured for my cap and gown.  It was embarrassing, ha, the lady was asking what my degree would be in and I honestly couldn’t tell her.  How bad is that?!  But I now have my cap and gown ordered and my mom even insisted on some blank announcements so I can print on them and mail them to everything so they can come and sit at the Civic for 3 plus hours and listen to them call off names.  Wooot.  Haha, I really am excited though, it made it seem even more real, like I really AM graduating!!!  Too bad I can’t just skip these next 5 weeks so I wouldn’t have to go to class.

Mmmm sleep.  Maybe I will just pop a couple Advil and it will cease the pain in my leg for a bit so I can fall asleep.