What will we talk about?

I went to New York for the weekend with my bride-to-be friend MM. That meant five hours of sleep, a one-hour drive to her house at 7:30 in the morning and then a two-and-a-half hour trip to NY. Despite that, I don’t think there was one moment of silence in the car the entire trip (well, except for a couple of choice comments to other drivers, my solo part of the trip was fairly quiet…) The trip flew by because we had so much to talk about (and it’s not like we had that much catching up to do– we talk almost every week!)
We talked about her fiancé and what a great guy he is, about my lack of a fiancé or even a boyfriend (the crush is not going well– it rarely does when the guy you’re hooked on already has a girlfriend!) and we talked about friends, what’s going on in their lives, where we should get our hair done before the wedding, the ideal bridesmaid dress, how fun her parents are and plenty of other topics (apologies to the men in our audience– you should probably skip the rest of this and wait for SJ’s next post).
We not only talked this weekend… we also laughed a lot. Some highlights:
* MM’s dad poured some wine on us for dinner Saturday. MM was woozy after half a glass, but since I practice so much I was able to accept a second glass without any problems. After my second glass, it was suggested that we go to a local mall for shopping. I told MM I liked the idea, “as long as I don’t have to drive… oh wait, I don’t even have my car.” MM said she thought she’d let her dad drive since it was his car and all! He got a good laugh out of it too.
* On the way to said mall, MM’s mom accidentally knocked against the shifter in the car, which put it into neutral and made the engine rev really loudly. Rather than panic and drive off the road into a mailbox (as I would have been likely to do– especially after two glasses of wine!), MM’s dad reacted by shifting the car back into drive and calmly asking, “What’d you do that for?” We told him we thought her mom was trying to test his reflexes and encouraged her to perform other tests such as randomly pulling on the emergency brake and opening her door and rolling out– just to see how MM’s dad would respond!
* We stopped by a salon to see if it would be an ideal place to have our hair done on the day of MM’s wedding. The manager offered to give us a tour, which consisted of walking us into a tiny pedicure area and then stopping at a door to the “spa.” She said we would need to be quiet when we entered the spa area and explained before she opened the door what we would see. What we actually saw when we entered a “lobby” the same size as my bathroom was two closed doors that allegedly opened to massage rooms and a bathroom door. Since the four of us had already crowded into the “lobby” and closed the door behind us, I was unsure of where we were going with the tour. We stood there quietly until the manager opened the bathroom door– did we really need a tour of the bathroom?!?– and led us through it into the “rest” of the salon, which consisted of six hair stations. Basically, we could have taken the “tour” by standing in the middle of the place and having her point, but we got a kick out of the miniature spa and the bathroom exit.
While I won’t go into detail about the bridal show we attended, the two hours at the florist and the decision about the bridesmaid dresses, I will say I didn’t think a whirlwind weekend of wedding decisions could be so fun.