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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