Trying Some New Color

Is this purple? It's supposed to be purple.

And my hair is brown. No pictures yet. It is brown brown, chocolate brown, which is, I guess, what it was when I was a young'un. It's hard to tell what it was up until today, Ray (who does my hair) says it was two shades lighter than black. It did look very dark against the gray, but my hair was never that dark before, back in the olden days. See?


Speaking of which, R was over today and we had a lovely long talk about all things wedding. I wrote yesterday that this is fun, which it is, but also very weird. My baby? Married?

It's Nice to Be on Vacation

Is there anything better than opening your eyes in the morning and realizing that you don't have to go to work today? Ahhhhhhhh.

I made a short supermarket run before, after a really good Wii workout. I hit 30 minutes on the Fit and then bowled and also hit some baseballs. Needless to say, everything hurts, but I'm experimenting with regular Tylenol to see if it has any effect. So far, so good.

I just had a nice long conversation with the bride-to-be, and it looks like all her plans are starting to come together. This is fun! And will be, I suppose, except for the paying for it part. We're currently looking at October 24, but the date is not yet 100% set. The funny thing is that she and the SnL have looked at wedding venues literally all over the state of New Jersey, and it looks at the moment that they're going to be married in the same place, the same room, where the Hubs and I were married 32+ years ago. Pretty amusing, I think. A very nice place, somewhat on the elegant side. We had a cocktail reception wedding -- not a sit-down meal -- and it looks like they're leaning that way as well.

Speaking of the wedding, I've come to a very big decision for me: I'm going to start coloring my hair. Tomorrow, in fact. I have very short hair with a nice touch of gray across the front, but I have no interest in looking like the bride's grandmother. So I'm getting it colored -- my own color -- and tomorrow, Ray (who cuts my hair) and I will develop a plan so that come next October, I have enough hair for him to do something with on the day of the wedding. Oh, and I've lost about four pounds, which means I have until April -- my goal date -- to lose six more. We'll see if that's do-able before I start thinking about another ten, and I'll see where I am in April before I buy a dress. Yes, a dress. I really want to wear a dress, and not pants. As always, the shoes will be my biggest problem.

If I get a decent picture of my new hair tomorrow, I'll post.

Catching Up

So we went to the Polish wedding last night, which I mention by its ethnicity because this was an extremely ethnic affair, in many ways. Among other things, the host/emcee/DJ (whatever he was) kept referring to "our guests" and "our American friends," aka, the groom's work friends, of which the Hubs and I were two.

You may recall that we already went to a wedding for this same couple, about a year and a half ago. They got married the day after she arrived from Poland because she came on a bride's visa -- the groom is Polish born, but has been here since he was a child, and is a long-time citizen -- but they still wanted the church wedding and big reception, so it took until now to have that. Her parents and other family not already here came from Poland.

The toasts were in Polish, although the music was a real mix of Polish and American music, as were the dances. The food was not especially ethnic (as it was at the first wedding), but this was new to me: instead of pitchers of beer on the tables, which I've seen before (but not at Jewish weddings), there were unopened bottles of Johnny Walker Red and vodka. (I forget the brand, a good one, but not a Polish vodka.) And an open bar, which is nice at a wedding. (I went to a wedding once where the groom was Italian and the bride from a strict Lutheran sect, and one half of the room was happily buzzed while the other half sat straight up in their chairs, no dancing and certainly no drinking. And no open bar, for sure. It was a strange one.)

Anyway, I hate the noise of a loud party like that, and I hate the shoes I have to wear, but otherwise it was a very nice wedding, and the company at our table was also pleasant. The groom is just a delightful young man, and his bride beautiful and in a gorgeous gown. She spoke almost no English when I last met her, but was pretty fluent last night, also a lovely girl.

Which is why I never got to write last night.

I had also spent Saturday morning with R -- K was at class, and was also tutoring as part of that class -- so we did some looking around for new DVD shelves that she needs, and went to a very nice farmers' market in her town, and out for lunch. I also wanted to commune with the grandcat, but holy cow, that kitty did not stand still for two seconds! She backed away when I approached her, and I wasn't sitting long enough for her to get curious and climb all over me, but she also had a toy mouse that she continually batted back and forth and chased. She is incredibly cute, and has a lovely little personality for a kitty.

I got stuff done around the house today, including opening all the windows and airing things out, because it was just beautiful here today, a perfect day. I finished what was leftover to be done from Friday's workshop, I obsessed over DisneyWorld happily, I got my laundry put away, and then I watched a whole lot of last season's Heroes in anticipation of tomorrow's night second season opener.

And ... back to work tomorrow.

WATCHING REBA :: ENTRY #1588