Originally, we were supposed to tow my car behind the Penske rental truck so John and I could be in the truck together. This was supposed to be a test. Can we survive 30 hours trapped in a truck cab while driving cross country together? If yes, marriage should be a breeze. Well, when we went to put my Honda Civic on the tow dolly, we encountered a problem. It went something like this.
JOHN: OK, I'm going to drive it up now.
ME: Alright.
*John edges car onto dolly"
ME: STOP STOP STOP THE FRONT END IS HITTING IT! STOP STOP STOP!
(For the record, "it" was a huge screw on the dolly, and it was denting my front end.)
Well, it turned out the ground clearance on my car was too low, so we couldn't use the dolly. Cue panic attack.
I don't like surprises. I hate it when things don't go according to plan. I have very little "go with the flow" when it comes to things like this. I like order. Schedules. Plans. So this, this unexpected change, was the cherry on an anxiety sundae that tipped me over into full on, stress-ball Katy.
Basically, I had a melt down.
We had to bring the dolly back to rental place, and I have to give Penske props. Everyone we spoke to was really helpful and completely pleasant to deal with. They refunded me the cost of the dolly, and we had no problems whatsoever. If you ever need to rent a truck to move or what not, I highly recommend Penske. Good prices, great service.
We left at four AM Friday, the 7th. Things were going smoothly until we hit NYC.
In short, this is what we stared at for two hours:
NO ONE, and I mean no one, should have to sit in the Bronx for that long. I'm totally counting this as #26 completed. It might be fudging a little, but whatever, I experienced the joy that is the NY driver, so I'm considering it done.
We went on to get lost in New Jersey, thanks to the complexity and idiocy that is the NJ Turnpike. This resulted in another break down, but thank God for John, who was the sweetest thing ever, trying to get me to calm down. Seriously, this is why we are together. He balances out my crazy nicely.
The rest of the trip was uneventful, which was nice.
I am now living in my parents house (yuck) in Louisiana. It's the greatest of scenario, but the food is good, the bed is comfy, and frankly, I've seen worse. I still don't have a job, but I'm working as a freelance writer for now to pay the bills, which is actually pretty fun, considering. (SHAMELESS PLUG: If you want to hire me, check out my website www.katharineflockton.com)
Yesterday marked 10 months till the big day. Later this month I am going wedding dress shopping for the first time, and I am really nervous. There will be a post detailing this more later, but for now, what advice do you have for gown shopping?
Exciting! Dress shopping. Hmmm...advice for gown shopping: have fun, try on as many different things as you can and have an open mind, get something that YOU like (though I have no doubts about that)
ReplyDeleteAlso I assume you meant that it's not the greatest of scenario...
I am mostly nervous because of my lack of self confidence and probably overstated fear of "What if nothing looks good on me, what if they can't fit me right?!" I'm probably worrying over nothing, but still.
ReplyDeleteYou will find something. There are so many types of dresses. There will the perfect dress just for you. Just remember that a lot of stores only have one size dress and it is not like trying on regular clothes. I'd tell you not to worry but I don't know if that would help.
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Katy have fun dress shopping! I just ordered mine a couple weeks ago. I had a good idea of what I wanted and found it pretty easily, the only shocking part was that the dresses run so small. Normally I wear size 4 in my every day clothes and my dress is coming in a size 12!
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