Wedding talk? Nah, let’s talk football.

I am going to throw out the disclaimer that this blog is LONG overdue. It is not wedding related at all, and for that reason I think I will love writing it. It is always a challenge for me to talk about anything lately and not squeeze the wedding into it!

About a month ago Doug and I were given the opportunity to experience some really awesome things football related…and we enjoyed every second of our football packed weekend.

We started our Saturday off with the grand opening of the Wildcatter stadium suites with my Mom. It was a pretty awesome privilege to get to see the game from up there! UW lost but that seems completely irrelevant. We got to see what a phenomenal facility they turned out to be. They are SO NICE!!!! Let me just throw that out there. There are private suites but there is a big general area (which is where we were at) full of tables and chairs, stadium style seating in rows, a bar with stools…lots of cool things. We ate delicious food and watched the football game. You might think being so far up and away from the field would be less exciting but I actually thought that the view provided from that level of height (Bird’s Eye they say????) was quite phenomenal, and despite the loss, we still bleed brown and gold.

The following day we got the opportunity to go to the Denver Broncos game. I am a Colts fan through and through but Doug cheers for the Broncos and I have never been to a professional football game in my whole entire life, so I was totally jacked for the experience! They played the Seattle Seahawks AND they won – which made it even more exciting! I didn’t own a single thing Broncos (can you blame a girl, orange is SOOOOO not my color) so before we left town Doug bought me a t-shirt that sports the Bronco head so I would fit right in. It was incredibly hot in Denver that day and I forgot sun block so I burned to a crisp! However, it was pretty incredible to see a football game like that in person.

The half time show was a silent gun drill that the Marine Corps put on. It was pretty incredible. They marched in unison, did the gun drills in sync, stayed in perfect formation and all of it without one. Single. Sound. Not a count off. Not a beat. Nothing. It was amazing.

It was a fun weekend full of football madness and for two days I didn’t talk about the wedding to Doug…..I think he thought it was the greatest gift a woman could give.

Tuxes vs. Wedding Dresses = Tuxes Win

I have decided that the men get it easy when it comes to weddings. When I went dress shopping…………….well actually we don’t need to rehash that because there is a whole blog dedicated to it, but "simple" is not a word I would use to describe it. However, simple is exactly the word I would use when it came to describing the experience of picking out the tuxedos.

Cut to Men’s Warehouse in Ft. Collins where Doug and I sit at a desk waiting for help. The consultant comes over, she shows pictures of tuxedos to Doug and he chooses a base tuxedo. This process was 10 minutes, flat. Next, the consultant pulls out the color swatches and fabric designs for the vest/tie combos. Doug settles on a color/fabric/pattern combo for the groomsmen within 3 minutes. Not. Kidding. Cuff links? “Sure,” he says and decides on them within 10 seconds. Suspenders? Check. Shoes? Check. Wow…..and then we move on to the Groom tux…..

Doug decided on the same coat and jacket as his groomsmen. He picked out a super tasteful Calvin Kline, might I add, and it made me a proud fiancée. He actually laid his colors out to try to decide white on white, white on black, black on black, etc…..but even with the further in depth process for his own tux, we were in and out of Men’s Warehouse within an hour. It was amazing. Incredible. I am still speechless thinking about it. Speechless and impressed and proud. My man doesn’t mess around.

I can’t give you all the details of the decisions Doug made because we have to keep some things a secret, but I will tell you he picked some amazing tuxes out and maybe (just maybe) he has a shoe surprise up his sleeve…..

Once, Twice, Three times a ……. Diva?

Sheesh this wedding business is time consuming! It’s official. I have two dresses AND I will wear two dresses. Yep. I said it. Two. You see, my oldest sister has this long-sleeved beauty that is custom made all the way from England and we commonly refer to it as the “sister dress.” It has seen a lot of weddings. It has been worn by some awesome ladies. The legend must live on. When it arrived I didn’t think I was going to fit into it. I mean for Pete’s sake we are talking about four different women here, four different body types, four different ages of the brides-to-be at the time of marriage...but by some “Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants” style miracle, it zipped. It needs a good cleaning, a few adjustments to modernize it, a hoop skirt to wear under it….but it is official that I will wear two dresses during this wedding extravaganza.

I justify this in many ways….firstly, it is my day (or two) and I am only doing it once so I can do what I want. How’s that for an attitude? Secondly, it will be December and I am going to be cold. I am going to need long sleeves for those outdoor pictures at the temple – bright pink arms are very unbecoming. Thirdly, I need two dresses because I am having two separate occasions. That way at both events the dresses are crisp, wrinkle-free, clean and ready for action. Finally, well, did I already say I do what I want?

Ok, so this is a little unorthodox, but what about my life have I ever done the way people say I should? Methinks the answer to that is: nothing. We are 65 days out. Did I mention we haven’t done flowers yet? Mom, are you reading this? We need to do flowers….