I found the wedding planner.
I can finally start to think about some fun stuff for a change. For one, the fact that I am between two dresses. It's like the final episode of The Bachelor. Except instead of two girls, I have to choose between two dresses.
God it's a tough one. Both are beautiful. Both I've run past my bridesmaids for their brutal, honest feedback.
Most prefer one more than the other, but I'm still slightly unsure.
I will muddle it over with the girls tonight. A very well-placed girls night at She Who Hates Socialists' new flat in Haggeston. She has a new flat....and a new cat. We will be staging an intervention, dragging her to a pub, where we can all sit around a table and bitch about the annoying aspects of our lives.
Like good bitches should.
Thank fuck for girls nights.