At this point you’re probably sick of hearing about my epically awesome weekends. I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to sit through just one more, as this last one was just as good as the two previous.
Emily and Ryan came back from their cruise on Friday and got into Miami around 10 a.m. You can’t even imagine how unbearable it was — sitting at my desk trying to focus on the articles I was writing when I knew that my faves were less than six miles away. I wouldn’t have been able to stand it if they didn’t meet me for lunch at Bayside.
I had some pasta that was drowning in some really watery marinara sauce, but while my food was terrible, my company was amazing. I spent an hour catching up on all of the happenings of the lovebird’s trip and looking through the photos they took, which were all super cute. While I was a little jealous that I wasn’t able to enjoy their vacation with them, it looked like they both had an absolutely amazing time. I was the only one at the table who hadn’t been on a cruise, but Addam’s a pro, so they had a lot of stories to compare.
After lunch I went back to work to finish up a few stories that I had lingering over my head. Addam, Emily and Ryan picked me up from work around 6:30 p.m., and we all headed out to Coconut Grove to catch an opening night showing of Black Swan.
Before we made it to the movie we stopped to pick up Ryan’s drummer, Pat, who was in Miami for some reason I can’t remember. He was a really fun guy, and we all spent a few minutes tailgating behind Ryan’s car before making it into the theater.
The movie had assigned seating, which was kind of weird, but after figuring out a way that we could all sit together the mayhem began.
The movie was amazing, but I knew going in that I’d love it. I’m a huge Natalie Portman fan, and I’m kind of nerdy when it comes to A. Ballarinas and B. Swan Lake. I’m extremely uncoordinated, but I’ve always admired the artists/athletes who can make it work while looking like they’re not working at all. AKA — my little sista! She’s practiced from the time she was three until she went to college, and I literally cannot see anyone go on pointe without thinking about her.
I talked throughout the entire movie and probably drove Emily crazy with my slew of ballet-related questions, but I think everyone had a good time. I’d highly recommend the film to anyone who wasn’t overly squeamish. (Don’t get it twisted — this movie centers around ballet but it’s not for the weak of heart, or stomach.)
After we got home Emily and I went through about every article of clothing I have in an effort to put me together some cute work outfits. Everything I lack in style, Emily more than makes up for. She was putting together combos that I would have NEVER considered, and in the end I ended up with a huge selection of options. I didn’t think I had anything to wear, but it turns out I just didn’t know how to wear any of it.
On Saturday everyone had to wake up relatively early, as I had set up appointments for Emily and I to check out wedding dresses. (Since last Sunday ended up being such a bust, I wanted to make sure that we had everything set up for this weekend.)
We stopped at Burger King for a quick breakfast, and then the boys dropped us off on Miracle Mile. I had three appointments scheduled for the day, the first two of which were only an hour apart.
The first place we checked out did not have much of a selection and wouldn’t let us take pictures. Pair that with the fact that the attendant who was helping me kept asking if I was “ready to make my final decision” and it’s easy to understand why nothing I tried on there will be a contender for my final purchase.
The second place we went, however, was amazing. The lady who owned the shop wasn’t supposed to let us take photos but told us that she “didn’t see anything.” I tried on about seven or eight gowns, and there were three that I could see myself walking down the aisle in. And the best part was that everyone in the store was incredibly nice. I’ve never been called a princess so many times in my life, but I’m telling ya — I didn’t hate it. (I don’t have all the pictures right now, but I’m planning on posting a wedding update later in the week. Keep your eyes pealed if you want to see the options I’m selecting from).
Emily got to try on a couple of bridesmaid dresses at this spot, but I don’t think that either one of us found anything that we were married to. (Pardon the pun.) One looked like it was going to be a contender, because it had an almost sea-shell like bust and looked really interesting, but in the end all I could stare at was Emily’s boobs. It made her out to be even more top heavy than she already is, so we decided to try out other options.
After the second location the boys picked us up, and we drove to our third appointment. We had a break, so we stopped for lunch at a little quesadilla joint where we almost, almost got rained on. After the close call the boys headed to a guitar and amp center, and Emily and I headed to Ever After, which is perhaps the ritziest store I’ve ever been to in my life.
I knew from the second I walked in that the place was going to be way too rich for my blood, but when I saw that the lowest price range on the questionnaire they gave me was $3,000 to $5,000 I had to pinch myself to keep from laughing. Not wanting to be rude and walk out of my appointment, (and not having a ride if I did), I decided to relax and make a fun time out of it.
The sales associate’s brought me some coffee on a silver platter and gabbed with Emily about her experience interning with Oscar de la Renta. From there they took me into their showroom and pulled out dress after expensive dress. I didn’t turn down anything and tried on absolutely everything. I knew it was a waste, but I’ll be damned if it wasn’t fun! I tried on gowns that were more expensive than my Jeep and Hyundai combined, and almost all of them were absolutely beautiful.
And while they obviously didn’t know that I was making a bit of a joke out of the entire appointment, the women who worked there were very nice and made me feel extremely comfortable. I know that they get paid to be nice, but they were both extremely flattering and seemed really interested in what look I wanted for my wedding.
I fell in love with the Oscar de la Renta dress photographed above. While the model is gorgeous, the pictures I’ve posted really do not do the gown justice. The ladies who were helping me put an entire look together, complete with earrings, a bracelet and a net veil. I know for a fact that it was probably the most expensive outfit that has ever touched my body, but I was living it up. It’s sad that it takes a $10,000 outfit for me to say this, but I’ve never felt more beautiful. Thank God Addam will never see me in it.
After the lavishness that was Ever After, Emily and I decided to skip our final appointment. We all headed home to prepare for the night’s festivities — a moonlit cookout.
Emily and Ryan invited over some friends they had met on their cruise who were going to be in Miami for a couple of days, and Addam and I invited Vicki and Tati. The entire night was incredible. Addam grilled up shrimp and lobster tails for the group and some asparagus and tofu for Emily and I. (Vegetarians — we’re always making things difficult.) Ryan brought out his guitar and entertained everyone with some of The Chuck Shaffer Picture Show’s finest,and I’m telling you now that if you’re not a fan on Facebook — add them. Look them up on iTunes, check them out on Myspace, Google them — do whatever you have to do, but make sure that you check them out, because Ryan is amazing. The most relaxing parts of my weekend were listening to him work out new songs on the guitar while I combed the internet.
The best part of the night, however? Addam asking Ryan to be a groomsman! He’s been planning on asking since last weekend, and I couldn’t have thought of a better time for him to “pop the question.” Emily and I were so happy we were practically balls of mush. I know it’s still early, but I can’t wait to look out at the wedding party and see all the family and friends we have supporting us and our life together.
After a long night of food and drink, Ryan carried me to my bed, and I settled in to a long-night’s sleep.
The next morning I was in the mood to do something Christmasy. Ryan had missed Emily’s performance as Clara in The Nutcracker her junior year, but luckily Addam and I have the video. We watched the entire performance, and I was reminded of the chill bumps I had while I was watching her perform the part on stage, three years ago.
After watching the prima ballerina, we all headed to South Beach to make some sand castles.
The boys seemed to be a lot more into it than Emily and I, but it was fun watching our men at work. Ryan was completely consumed with digging a trench and sculpting a drawbridge, while Addam worked construction. He ended up knocking over more towers than he built, but in the end the guys really made it work!
After the beach we dropped Yoga off at the apartment and headed to dinner at the O.G. — Original Gangsta — Olive Garden. I was starving and hadn’t been there since Chicago, so I maxed out. I had my usual – fried lasagna bites. Emily had cheese ravioli (I got to take her left overs into lunch the next day and just looking at them made me want to cry missing her), Ry had the “man’s meal” — the tour of Italy, and Addam had seafood pasta (surprise, surprise). It was extremely busy, so we ate at the bar, which was just as nice. I wish I had a photo to post, but we were all so hungry that we barely even talked.
We had such a busy weekend that once we got home we all just wanted to relax. We put on the movie Waiting and went to bed shortly after it ended. By that point Addam had taken some bad Robitussin and wasn’t feeling well at all. He was still feeling weird the next morning, but I think he’s finally back to normal.
The next morning was the hardest I’ve had in Miami. Everyone woke up early, and while I got ready for work Addam, Emily and Ryan packed up. Emily and Ryan had a 10.5 hour drive to Myrtle Beach and made a pit stop to drop me off at work.
It was the hardest goodbye I’ve had in awhile, and I was a blubbering mess for most of my work day. I’d be doing fine and then another reporter would ask me if my sister was headed home and I’d tear up. It sounds ridiculous, because I’ve had to say goodbye to Emily so many times, but last time it was so long before I saw her again. I can’t go that long this time, and my heart hurt just thinking that I might have to. She’ll be in the wedding, but as much as my fellow staffers tried to assure me that the time would fly by, I know that it doesn’t. Not like it did when I could stop by on my way home from school and see her any time I wanted. Not like when I knew that she was always in the room next door. I don’t know what needs to happen, but I know that this distance thing won’t ever work for me.
I, somehow, made it through my work day, submitted two stories and brought one home to work on. I wrote the entire time Addam was at work, and when he got home we headed outside to watch the lunar eclipse. It was the first time in 400 years that it has occurred on the same day as the winter solstice, so as an astronomy geek, I was pretty excited. It was amazing to watch, and I hope that everyone had a chance to witness history. As you can see by the photo I’ve included in this post, taken by my talented friend Mackenzie Grimes, the moon glowed red.
I crawled into bed way too late, and woke up way too early for a full production day. Having successfully made it through another week, I feel like I should be more tired. I have Friday off, so hopefully I’ll be able to cage up my excess energy and get a lot of work done tomorrow and Thursday. While I’m trying to remain optimistic about the holidays, it’s going to be hard bouncing from three amazing weekends into a lonely Christmas. Still, it was worth it. I wouldn’t give up the past three weeks for anything.
“And I love my sister,
Lord knows how I’ve missed her,
She loves me,
And she knows I won’t forget.
And sometimes I get jealous,
Of all her little pets,
And I get lonely,
but I ain’t that lonely yet.”
– The White Stripes, I’m Lonely (But I Ain’t That Lonely Yet).