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The goddess that is Uma is engaged to her boyfriend Arpad Busson. All I know about him is that he is LOADED. Like, mega loaded. So was her ex-boyfriend, Andre Balazs, come to think of it. And her ex-husband Ethan Hawke only looked homeless, but he was richie-rich too. Hmm, me thinks she has a type. [At Nelson Mandela's Birthday Party, London, 6/25/08] Keep reading »
I’ve been reading this book I Was Told There’d Be Cake, a collection of personal essays by Sloane Crosley, for the last few months. Though I think the book, in general, is a little “try too hard”, there’s one story in particular that really struck a chord with me. “You On A Stick” is about the time that Sloane’s best friend from her youth called her up out of the blue, after not having spoken for years, and asked her to be a bridesmaid in her wedding. The essay ends up being about a lot of issues associated with being a bridesmaid — from the mundane and annoying tasks associated with the duty, like making a veil out of wrapping paper at the bridal shower, to the more serious issue of female friendships and what they mean. The latter hit home for me though — for the record, my bridesmaids will never have to make an asinine hat for me out of ribbons unless they put a gun to my head and force me to wear one — because I’ve been having a really hard time with this particular part of getting married. Keep reading »
I was the kind of kid who never had my friends over to my house to play or for sleepovers because I would get really stressed out about entertaining them and making sure they had a good time. Even now I sort of dread having overnight guests or visitors from out of town — even my own family! — not because I don’t, like, love them and want to see them, but because I get serious anxiety over making sure they have THE BEST TIME EVER. I have a birthday party every year, sure, but do not for a second doubt that I have a knot in my stomach about people showing up until I get good and drunk. Therefore, it should come as no surprise that I have loads of anxiety about planning a wedding that is both friggin’ awesome for me and the feef, but for our guests as well. So why not elope and save myself the gray hairs and crippling anxiety? Because I truly want to have a huge bash surrounded by our friends and family; I want to wear a pretty dress I will never wear again; I want a professional photographer to take our picture and airbrush out the three zits on my face that never go away; I want to have the kind of party that really embodies who the feef and I are.
I want to have a wedding, damn it. There. I said it. Keep reading »
If your status on Facebook is “engaged”, you get inundated with various bridal and wedding B.S. on your profile page. As if you need a reminder that you’re supposed to be planning a friggin’ wedding, not adding “tanning, indoor gardening, and mac ‘n’ cheese” to your interests. Ugh. Keep reading »