>Something that sort of sounds good right now is a swirling margarita. Ordinarily, I stick to the green ones, but mixing it up is a little intriguing in this very moment. I am so tired, however, that it would really be a wasted opportunity. I just got home from graduate school, and I think the class is going to be an enjoyable. I have discovered that an organized professor really makes for a positive experience. One can also tell quite a bit about a professor’s experiences in the classroom thus far depending on how they conduct the first class meeting. If they insist on going through the syllabus line-by-line, even reading it aloud perhaps, one can deduce that their experience has been that even graduate students are a little irresponsible from time to time. It is probably also safe to assume that their basic wish is that you have an enjoyable experience and that you succeed. Thus, the extra attention to detail.

So. Working full time. Going to graduate school and working on a Masters degree at night. Planning a wedding. I say this calls for skipping right over Calgon and going straight to Xanax. What say ye?

Of course, almost all the information I gleaned in advance about what textbooks would be required for the class was declared virtually useless tonight. Of the two books I bought that were called “required” on the university web site, one is optional. And there are three others I have to purchase, none of which are available in the bookstore. Two of those are not available online anywhere. Delight. We shall find a way, shan’t we?

Okay. Wedding. Today’s inquest had to do with doing a little research on projected costs of permits to have the reception on Peter Whetstone Square (I really like that name) in downtown Marshall. That’s what we really want to do, and we are awaiting some news from the city and the county. If we get the green light, then begins the logistical nightmare: tent, chairs, table, tablecloth rentals; from where will we get power for sound and lights?; sound; lights. Maybe it’s not such a nightmare. It’s just a lot to manage. We will have great wine, thanks to the generous gift of a good friend. Fresh from Italy and Australia. In fact, it might be the only place in Texas you can sample any of the three varieties. More on this later. On the way home, as I was belting out a Lionel Richie song, it actually occurred to me the silliness of having karaoke at the wedding party. I’ve never even done it, can you believe that? So, doing it at my own wedding is probably not the ideal place to start. The cool thing is that most of the people I know can actually sing. So that probably would not be any fun since half the good time is probably laughing at the horrible-ness. For that, people can just tune in to that American Idol horror.

What else? Do we want to do wedding favors? I really have no desire to have my name printed on napkins or bottles of bubbles or matchbooks or whatever. And I have never been keen on giving people stuff to throw at me while I try to outrun them, struggling not to slip and fall on rice or bird seed. So that’s out. Does anyone know what’s behind that tradition, anyway? Now, if you want to throw money at someone, I’m your girl. Sign me up! But, I doubt that will be an idea well-received. Just a thought.

I think I am going to go take a bubble bath now with my good friend, Mr. Bubbles. Several months ago, shortly after the fall semester began, I was beyond stressed, and Chris came over with a gift for me: two bottles of wine and a bottle of Mr. Bubbles! I did not know which to open first! Sweet, huh? He’s mine.

Talk of freezing rain here in the next few days. I’m split on whether I want it or not. If we don’t have it, I get a 4 day weekend in May. If we do have it, I don’t. By that time, I’m sure I’ll be working weekends anyway to finish paperwork, so I guess I don’t care. I’ve got some good DVD’s I’d surely like to lie in bed and watch on a cold winter’s day, so . . . to be determined.