Tomorrow night I'll be in NY. My cousin's big day is Saturday. It's at a gorgeous location in a neat town. I'd give more details but some of you are psychotic, so it'll have to wait until the affair is over.
I'm super excited about it though. This is my favorite and funnest cousin (I do think funnest is a word, thanks) and it's not one of those weddings where family is placing bets on how long it will last. It will truly be a celebrated occasion and will definitely be fun.
All that being said...it's going to be freaking cold. You all know how I feel about the cold. Not good.
I've been thinking about it and researching and asking people and I can't figure out for the life of me how people manage to look cute in the cold. Do they just suffer? Or is there a secret to being warm PLUS being cute? I don't know, I can't figure it out.
I'll be wearing this (but in copper):
ha ha ha, so yeah, I'll be cold. I'll probably be wearing it, a trench coat, leggings, jeans, mittens, two scarves and knee socks by the time it's all said and done. I'm not sure what jewelry I'm wearing yet, because I'm accessory retarded, so I just bought a bunch of stuff from Target and will return what I don't use. Sort of like how celebs borrow jewelry for Oscar night? Same sort of thing. I also need to research how to wear a pashmina the fancy, sophisticated way. It doesn't look difficult but I'll bet I screw it up, being accessorily challenged like I am.
You know what is weird? My cousin told all kinds of people about the Closet and some of those people will be at the wedding. Now they'll notice me by my dress and how cold I am and how poorly I accessorize. How awkward is that?
Let's go over some ground rules for meeting Ashley in person at this wedding, just in case you're one of those people, since we have not encountered that in a Closet related capacity yet ('cept for Mitch, but she doesn't count because I felt like I knew her):
1. Do not, DO NOT, tell my aunt about the Closet. My aunt is a classy lady (with a c, not even a k, no emphasis on ass). She's actually a lot of fun and very cool, but I just think it's best not to go there. As a matter of fact, don't tell anyone about the Closet and don't speak about it amongst yourselves or to me. I actually don't want my other uncle of his wife knowing either, so let's just skip it altogether. If you feel compelled to mention it, maybe we need a code like "is it cold enough for you?" or an ear tug or something. I don't know, we'll brainstorm on it.
2. Don't be observing me for signs of coldness or accessory retardation. I know, it's going to be tempting now that I've put it out there, that's why the whole thing is a little weird. If it appears as if I'm wearing a pashmina completely incorrectly, just assume that's my own special flare. Just try not to stare, I *will* be on the lookout for staring.
3. If there is any drunken dancing or other shenanigans going on--we keep them amongst ourselves. What happens at the wedding stays at the wedding (unless I choose to blog about it. Sorry, I get to make the rules).
4. Don't expect this super loud mouthed, opinionated, vivacious, open and honest person. It could happen (especially after a few drinks), it's not that far of a stretch, but if someone starts talking about how they just adore Sarah Palin, don't be surprised at my ability to behave myself. I'm actually quite normal, or able to appear that way.
That's all I can think of for now, I am pretty tired. The main two points are what happens in the Closet stays in the Closet and what happens at the Wedding stays at the Wedding. mmmmmmmmkay?
I'll be working and traveling tomorrow, so you all may or may not hear from me. Catfish's comment about if you guys were my chickens I would've posted already today (sellout) wins funniest comment of the day award, prize is being my bestfriend for life. Wish me warmness and good health, I'll talk to you soon.
