the Knot

Hello blogosphere; I know it's been a while, but I've been busy making plans...plans for tying the knot with my favorite guy in 2010.  That's right!  After dating for a number of years that outlasts most first marriages, my boy and I have decided to get hitched...tie the knot...strap on the old ball and chain (did I just type the words "strap on" in a blog about marrying the love of my life?  I guess I did...but I digress). 

About 4 weeks ago, Jason proposed on the first morning of our 2 week vacation in Oahu, in a spot overlooking Waimea Bay on the North Shore.

The location was super romantic!

It was a lovely morning shared with my favorite guy.

After the engagement, we were off to grab a plate lunch at L&L Drive In, to grab some Hawaiian style fast food.  I went with the chicken katsu and mac salad...YUMMY!

It was 2 weeks of solid bliss in Hawaiian paradise.  We spent time with family and friends, and went to the beach as often as possible.  Flash forward a couple weeks, and we're back in Austin, back to our normal routine lives.  We had only been home for 2 days when I had my first Wedding Induced Panic Attack (WIPA).  Those who know me know that I'm a planner, and an overachiever, and the type of person who stresses more than I should.  So, the thought of planning an intimate wedding event for 90 of our closest friends and family...on a tight budget, no less...caused me to lose much sleep over the first week back on the mainland.  Set the date...create the guest list...find the venue...etc etc etc.  The thought of stepping in to a David's Bridal in search of a wedding gown makes me break out in hives (for fear of being swallowed up by a huge taffeta mess).  And...don't even get me started on the logistics of pulling 8 girls together for a bachelorette party (I thought this was supposed to be fun).  All this was enough to make me consider begging J for a quick weekend trip to Vegas, thank you very much.  Whew! 

Not to worry, my lovely blog readers!  I won't turn this into WIPA whining column.  It seems that I've grown quite accustomed to the ever growing list of wedding stressors.  In the few short weeks since my first WIPA, we've set the date, secured the venue, and even whittled down our guest list (sorry Mom).  I've assembled a team of well qualified helpers to sort out the remaining details, and feel confident that as the wedding approaches, the only thing we'll have to worry about is what to pack for the honeymoon.  We're going to kick this wedding's ass, and have a wonderful time doing so!