Eli's wedding is fast approaching in just a few weeks. If I were Amanda, I would be able to tell you the exact number of days, but I think it's around eight weeks from now. She and her mom are likely up to their eyeballs in planning at this point; Eli and I, on the other hand, are pretty chill. We have done a couple things. Best of all, Eli selected his wedding suit! We weren't even suit shopping. I was trying on dresses, just to get an idea what I'd like to wear myself, so Eli meandered over to the men's department of the store. He returned to tell me he found an excellent sale on suits and there was one he really liked.
"Let's go try it on, " I suggested, not imagining in a million years it would be the exact cut and size and color he wanted. But it was. Really, it looked just gorgeous on him.
"Should we buy it?" I asked.
"I can't imagine anything I would like better," was his reply, so we bought it right then. Yay!
We haven't been out looking for ties for the groomsmen yet, but that is our next goal.
Meanwhile (and on an entire different topic), I've been thinking about donating plasma. I didn't realize the critical need for plasma, but I recently learned that if a person donated twice weekly for an entire year, he still would not have donated enough to meet the needs of a hemophiliac for that same time period. The process takes a bit longer than donating whole blood (which I've done many times), so they offer compensation for donors' time. So I thought this would be a great idea right now: help meet an important need, and bring in a bit of extra money to help with wedding expenses.
Today was the day. I entered the plasma donation center and went through the "first time donor" orientation and physical. Unfortunately, when the time came to actually make the donation, the phlebotomist was unable to access one of my very tiny, uncooperative veins. I've had this problem before when donating whole blood, but this time, he gave up without trying very hard. I was not impressed. Yes, I do sort of need a "vein whisperer," but this guy honestly didn't even try. They paid me anyway (woo!) and told me to return within seven days to try again. Okay, fine.
The other thing Eli and I are doing that would count as wedding prep is sticking strictly to our low-fat, low calorie eating program. All that is super good for us and has excellent results, but let's get real: It's certainly no fun! Yesterday he came down and met me for lunch between my classes, and we went to Wing Nutz. I was telling Eli about how this particular restaurant has the hot, hot ovens, which is why they can make wings and chips (pretend french fires) without grease, and they still taste good.
So last night he and I were trying to figure out what to eat for dinner. As is often the case, nothing low fat sounded very good. We were both sort of whining about that, when Eli said: "Can we go get a pizza baked in a super hot oven?"
Haha, I wish.
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