An Evening at the Movies

My dad really wanted to see Public Enemies, and being, myself, a fan of both Johnny Depp and movies where I grow attached to the bad guys, I agreed to along. WG said he'd go if I, and I quote, "need company." Well, nah, I had my daddy, so the company part? Covered.

Well, Public Enemies was fabulous, as was the evening. I met Daddy at the theater right after work (yes, I did have packing to do; yes, I am moving on Saturday, but some things, like spending an evening at the movies with Daddy, take priority). He had brought sandwiches, which I hid in my giant work purse, and we settled in with a coke and the previews.

The movie was great. It had strong dialogue, really interesing cinematography (think the Bourne movies, minus the whip-lash), and Johnny Depp.

Johnny Depp...John Dillinger...JD...JD...methinks it was meant to be.

Of course, this was about more than the movie.

This was about using one of the last nights when the only one I'm coming home to is Marley (though I'm sure that cat would actually like a detailed schedule of my comings and goings) to spend time with my pops. Because, after all, I am a Daddy's girl, through and through.

And oh? Mr. "If you need company, I'll go?" Well, when I told him about the movie, he said, "Why do you always go see good movies without me?"

sigh. boys.

Oh well, whoever you go with, you should go see Public Enemies and enjoy your dose of Johnny D.

700 Square Feet

I mentioned a while back that we were fast approaching THE MOVE. That fast approaching has now turned into warp speed, as THE MOVE happens in just under three days. We'll be "settled" before the wedding and before I start my credential program.

The apartment is 700 square feet and will house two people, one very loud orange cat and all our crap precious belongings
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That's right. I have to live with a boy.

Okay, okay, I get to live with a boy.

A boy I love. A boy who loves me.

Okay, cheese-fest over.

We will merge our lives into a one-bedroom apartment in a city he knows more about than I do. We will merge our lives into a one-bedroom apartment, filling it with my too-many boxes and the items in the u-haul his dad keeps threatening to drive out from Oklahoma. In fact, there is a very interesting negotiation currently happening through my facebook page, in which my mom and his dad are trying to negotiate the terms of a fusbal table. I believe that superman underwear, a scuba set and a light sabre might be involved. Oy.

This is my last week living on my own. I'm trying to take advantage of it by doing the silly things I like to do on my own, but I'm also packing up all of my belongings, throwing out the things I never use, debating the meaning of "never use," and ensuring that the cat doesn't take a nose-dive off the ever-growing pile of boxes (yes, he's a cat, but a proper climber, he is not).

After this, the stuff is ours, the house is ours and the life is ours. Although, really, the life has been ours for quite some time, and that makes this all much easier.

So, here's to merging lives. Here's to friends with pick-up trucks who can be paid in beer and chinese food. Here's to parents willing to get up early to lift heavy things and babysit crazy cats. Here's to moving.

The One Where I Get Teary-Eyed With Joy

We're in the final count-down. Those final under-30 days before the wedding.

The final dress fitting happened yesterday, and I saw myself with a veil, the earrings, the necklace and without the giant flower-pin that had been threatening to take over the dress. That my lovely little seamstress removed on demand...sweet. My mom didn't cry at this fitting like she did at the last one, and I think it's partly because we're all about done with the wedding planning and oh so very ready for the real-deal.

Case in point.

My mom talked to WG's mom, and my soon-to-be-MIL revealed this little gem:

"I talked to WG on Thursday, and I asked him how everything is going. He told me, "I just want to marry her. I just want to be married."

Upon hearing this this at lunch, after I'd just watched Michael Jackson's daughter get on a microphone and tell everyone how much she loves her daddy, I couldn't do anything else by just sit there and let my eyes get misty.

He just wants to marry me.