mixed success

Well my Thanksgiving came and went without much drama. I confessed to my Mom that I am not a Thanksgiving fan, and she was really distressed. She called me later, wondering what she could do to make it more enjoyable for me. I think she felt guilty that we didn't really have traditions or anything when I was growing up. Then, of course, I couldn't tell her that the reason I hate Thanksgiving/any event like that is because she TOTALLY stresses me out! But it amused me to get that phone call and then mere hours later hear her barking orders at me like a drill Sargent. I love her but she drives me nuts.

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Now-on to the trip with WS to the wedding. It was fun, a little mini-road trip to the town where he went to undergrad/grad school.

Successes:
-My shoes were amazing. Never once was I worried about falling or uncomfortable in the slightest. This is true shoe love. Wonder if anyone would notice if I wore them everyday?
-I really enjoyed his friends, and didn't feel awkward at all. I am pretty sure they liked me, too.
-Apparently 4 or 5 of his guy friends went up to him when I wasn't around to tell him that I was "hot".
-I just love spending time with him, and it doesn't really matter what we are doing. With his finals coming up, this was probably the most time we will get together until they are over. Finals suck.
-I was a very well-behaved drunk person...unless you count trying to seduce him in the car on the way out of the reception.

Fails:
-Dinner wasn't served until 9:30 and I had quite a few glasses of wine. Then when it was served, there wasn't much I could eat, and I wish I had anticipated that before drinking on an empty stomach.
-In the morning before we left, I found an empty coke bottle with 3 used needles in it in a cabinet in our hotel room.
-Remember when I was worried about being over or under dressed? Well turns out, I was dressed JUST right. As in, just exactly like the bridesmaids.

All in all, I had a really great time and am glad that I agreed to go. I feel a little silly for dreading it so much. I felt really bad for WS, because there were a few moments when it was obvious how big a bitch his ex was. Apparently no one liked her, and she didn't have great social skills. It was like he was shocked that I could get along so easily with people and genuinely enjoy myself.

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I am becoming more and more convinced that I do not want a "wedding in a box". No offense to anyone, but I feel like I have been to the same wedding over and over again. They are expensive, stressful, and just all-around lame. When I get married (assuming I ever get married) I am pretty sure that I will either elope or do something nontraditional and really small. Maybe a really tiny destination wedding in the mountains somewhere. Now, I still want to wear a dress, buy some killer shoes, get my hairs did and take some pictures, but you won't catch me in some overly-beaded dress flinging my bouquet at anyone.

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OK so the marriage thing. WS and I have been discussing it a lot lately. It is incredibly fast to be talking like that, I know. I am ok with that, and any judgments that others may make. I know how I feel, and the reality of our relationship.