sinnamon's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- rolling down the street I thought that eventually I would want to talk about my Mom. Turns out I don’t. I know I was surprised too. But she’s constantly on my mind as I go from wedding boutique to wedding boutique. Looking at other brides who are always, always with their mothers trying on dresses. Me, I just have Natacha. Wedding is coming together. This week I am swamped with appointments with photographers and DJs. Trying to figure out who I want, want I want. It’s difficult to pick a DJ from a 15-minute meeting or a 5-minute phone call. Maybe UB can give me some pointers. The one I met today seemed decent. I don’t want some flashy guy trying to be hip and chatty. Just stand in your damn corner and play the damn music. Try to stay away from things like “We Are Family.” The irony would give me a stroke. Play lists are ridiculous too. Let’s face it; music these days isn’t really fit to wipe your ass with. Yea, I have many, many favorites from my childhood, but I grew up in Southern Cali. I get nostalgic about really sappy R&B and Gangsta Rap. And though while it might be apropos for the crowd I’m inviting, I really just can’t see myself attempting to dance to Gin & Juice. Even if I am laid back, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind. 10:54 PM - 072605 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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