Happy Friday.
Tomorrow will checkmark a couple more items off of my list of things to do. I've got a hair and make up test run at Aveda, and an appointment to taste cakes after that. It will probably feel funny walking in to see the caterer in full make up and a glued down, pulled up hairstyle and "street clothes". So I'll be spending the day in Huntington and Long Beach tomorrow. Tooling around, feeling like a pampered, primped bride-to-be. I'd get Marilyn washed, but I hear it's supposed to rain this weekend.
I'm still surprised at the way this wedding has become such a production. I literally feel like I'm preparing for a role in a movie or going to a high profile photoshoot with all this fuss being made over things that usually take nothing more than a shower, and 30 minutes looking in the mirror. I mean, really, a "practice" make up session? Wedding rehearsal? It's nuts. I'm enjoying myself, really, but to stop and think about the time and the cost that goes into planning something that will literally last just a few hours... it's madness.
I guess it's a good thing that I'm jotting these things down on occasion because my memory certainly isn't what it used to be, and I'll never have these feelings again. I realize that it's probably really fucking dull for most people to read, but like I said when I started this, it's for me. I will want this later.
My future Mother in Law says she is documenting the whole thing with pictures of every moment, so I thought it might be cool to use some excerpts from this journal in a scrapbook with the photographs. Not to pass down to my kids necessarily (because that may or may not happen) but to document this love. For after Brian and I are gone, and to show the ones who read through it later that real, true love really did exist between us. As if there were ever a doubt in anyone's mind that knows us, but still. And to remind us, in darker times when we will inevitably have trouble, what we really mean to one another.
In other news, tomorrow night will be damn cool. I'm going to get all tarted up in my burlesque best to attend a Manson listening party at Sinister, where I will constantly be decorated by glitter and a glass of Absente in hand. You should come!
And Brian, da smoove pimp dat he iz, is attending the Metallica Icon taping, covering the red carpet with all the other paparazzi scum (he's going to be totally out of his element amongst that ilk) - but he felt honored that MTV asked UnEarthed (our music website) to be there. Brian was a longtime Metallica fan, too, so this is special.
I'm sure there will be celebs galore. And that just rocks for someone like Brian, who somehow remains unjaded in the midst of all this Hollywood plastic. If I weren't already busy, I'd be going, too, just to support him, hang in the press tent, and eat free food on MTV's dime. As jaded as I am, I'd be down with that. But alas, after all these years of reinventing himself, the Reverend Manson still has my heart in his pale, bony little hand.
"The first month of marriage is the honeymoon, the second is the absinthe-moon." - Voltaire
Come to Bar Sinister tomorrow night and hang out with me!
Enjoy your weekend!
Tomorrow will checkmark a couple more items off of my list of things to do. I've got a hair and make up test run at Aveda, and an appointment to taste cakes after that. It will probably feel funny walking in to see the caterer in full make up and a glued down, pulled up hairstyle and "street clothes". So I'll be spending the day in Huntington and Long Beach tomorrow. Tooling around, feeling like a pampered, primped bride-to-be. I'd get Marilyn washed, but I hear it's supposed to rain this weekend.
I'm still surprised at the way this wedding has become such a production. I literally feel like I'm preparing for a role in a movie or going to a high profile photoshoot with all this fuss being made over things that usually take nothing more than a shower, and 30 minutes looking in the mirror. I mean, really, a "practice" make up session? Wedding rehearsal? It's nuts. I'm enjoying myself, really, but to stop and think about the time and the cost that goes into planning something that will literally last just a few hours... it's madness.
I guess it's a good thing that I'm jotting these things down on occasion because my memory certainly isn't what it used to be, and I'll never have these feelings again. I realize that it's probably really fucking dull for most people to read, but like I said when I started this, it's for me. I will want this later.
My future Mother in Law says she is documenting the whole thing with pictures of every moment, so I thought it might be cool to use some excerpts from this journal in a scrapbook with the photographs. Not to pass down to my kids necessarily (because that may or may not happen) but to document this love. For after Brian and I are gone, and to show the ones who read through it later that real, true love really did exist between us. As if there were ever a doubt in anyone's mind that knows us, but still. And to remind us, in darker times when we will inevitably have trouble, what we really mean to one another.
In other news, tomorrow night will be damn cool. I'm going to get all tarted up in my burlesque best to attend a Manson listening party at Sinister, where I will constantly be decorated by glitter and a glass of Absente in hand. You should come!
And Brian, da smoove pimp dat he iz, is attending the Metallica Icon taping, covering the red carpet with all the other paparazzi scum (he's going to be totally out of his element amongst that ilk) - but he felt honored that MTV asked UnEarthed (our music website) to be there. Brian was a longtime Metallica fan, too, so this is special.
I'm sure there will be celebs galore. And that just rocks for someone like Brian, who somehow remains unjaded in the midst of all this Hollywood plastic. If I weren't already busy, I'd be going, too, just to support him, hang in the press tent, and eat free food on MTV's dime. As jaded as I am, I'd be down with that. But alas, after all these years of reinventing himself, the Reverend Manson still has my heart in his pale, bony little hand.
"The first month of marriage is the honeymoon, the second is the absinthe-moon." - Voltaire
Come to Bar Sinister tomorrow night and hang out with me!
Enjoy your weekend!
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rubbersoul:
Lesa, be sure to take an ark to Bar Sinister, I think this is the great flood we're getting. I won't be there, of course, since it is way too "goth" for a square like me. As for Marilyn, I like Mechanical Animals, but not much more.
mobprod:
Cool pictures, yo. I never made it to Bar Sinister when I was in LA and yet I contemplated checking it out nearly every week. Is Coven 13 still around?