Old and Heavy

It’s earnings season and I’m busy at work. Just back from a mini-holiday vacation. Wedding tasks are swirling around in my head. I hadn’t put together a photo album of my Turkey trip and was determined to complete it when we returned from Palm Springs last night. This was after we agreed to go to the 9pm mass at St. Dominic’s. It was 1:30am when I finished the album and fell asleep.

Not only must I plan a wedding, I have to figure out the logistics of what the Catholic Church agrees to. Must I get married in a church. What if my fiance is baptized, but not confirmed. I get the sense it’s simply a matter of which church you belong to and how liberal they are.

I haven’t returned any of my voicemail messages. Lots of people I haven’t responded to. Personal emails piling up.

This Facebook message just came through my inbox. Breaks my heart.
Eve sent you a message.
Subject: let’s hang out!
“Whoa, now that you are engaged and stuff I am afraid our friendship will fade away! I love you bunny, I miss you and I am super bummed I was not able to make your Napa shindig, when can we get together? I am gone this weekend but around the next few.”

But before I get right back into work mode, I wanted to revel a little more on our Palm Springs trip. I am so pleased with the hotel ambiance and the service we received at The Parker that I’m planning another trip out for engagement pictures. I’m thinking September/October timeframe. Who can beat the luxury toiletries (Molton Brown, Hermes, L’Occitane)? Who can beat the gorgeous setting.

The wedding coordinator made me promise not to reveal the name, but there is a famous actress who was set to marry at The Parker this year before she called off their engagement.

The only negative of our stay was the gay valet who fell in love with Dean. He insisted Dean looked so much younger than 40. “I don’t believe it. What’s your secret? I must know. You look amazing!”

I stook there, shocked, as the valet molested my fiance.

“As for you,” Cesar the valet looked at me, “you look…34 or 35.”

“But I just turned 34!” I tried not to scream. No one had ever guessed my age before, let alone added a year or two.

“Oh aren’t you a little one.” Cesar picked me up with his muscular arms. “And heavy, too!” He set me back down and gave Dean one last rub on the shoulders before I stormed off.