So George and I walk into the pub on Friday night, before heading across the river for dinner. I see a girl sitting at the bar. She looks at me. I look at her. We recognize each other. But neither of us believes what we are seeing.

Yes, indeed, time for another installment of “It’s a Small World.” Now, I could play the game and make my high school friends guess who I saw (for it was, indeed, a good friend from Louisiana School) but I’ll just say. It was Gretchen Galliano, my very good friend who I haven’t seen in five or six years. She is all smart and went away for med school (this I knew – which is why I never expected to see her again) but now she’s back, doing her residency here. It’s all very very exciting. She was with a friend and his mom and so we all hung out for a while and caught up (well, okay, Gretchen and I caught up.)

That was really great. Yay! Love that.

Saturday was trip to visit dress. It didn’t last very long, just long enough to figure out that my uber-dreamy veil matches very well. Yay! We didn’t make tea, either, but next time…

That night I went out for my friend Jen’s birthday. Mmm. Dinner and then onto Pat O’s for hurricanes. Mmm. Hurricanes. After that we went to this extremely cheesy bar and I sobered up.
Terry and I walked two of the girls who couldn’t hold their liquor back to the ferry. It was amusing.

Sunday was relaxing. Breakfast at the coffee shop (I love our new Sunday morning ritual) and then I just lazed around at home all day. Well, not exactly. We hung two shelves that have been
gathering dust in a corner (and realized that we’re not the handiest people around) and I helped two friends with graphic design stuff. But I hardly left the house, so it was relaxing nevertheless.

Now I’m hungry. Is it lunchtime yet? I think it is!

Am feeling a bit blah. Not sure why, as I got my dreamy veil in the mail yesterday and tomorrow I’m going to try it on with my dress. And have tea. And meet with a photographer. Can’t argue with that bunch o’ fun stuff. And tonight George and I are going out to dinner. And I’m going to eat raw oysters. Mmmm. Now I’m happy!

I went to the gym every day this week so today is my day off. Am v proud of myself, must be careful not to burn out. Am going tomorrow morning, though, before trip to Covington. Must prepare myself for scones and tea. And then Italian and many drinks tomorrow night for a friend’s birthday party. Yay!

You lose your fashion sense.

Here’s the problem. You buy a pair of pants. They fit. They’re fashionable. You gain weight. The pants no longer fit. Years go by. You decide to try to lose some weight. Hey, look, the pants fit again. But those tapered-leg, ankle-length pants aren’t quite as fashionable as they were back when they last fit in 1997. But the fact is, you’re so excited that they fit again that you don’t care. And this is how some people become bad dressers.

This just may be my “in” to “What Not To Wear.” Who wants to nominate me?

Okay, the fans have spoken. I am sorry I have not posted.

But first, can we talk about the tragedy that is the end the Richards-Sheen marriage? Very sad. First Brad ‘n’ Jen, now this. What’s a girl to do? Who am I going to model my impending marriage on? Sigh.

So anyway. Tuesday I had my fitness assessment at the gym. It was interesting. I had to get weighed and measured and I had to do push-ups (HA I said to the man) and try to reach past my toes (again, HA I said to the man) and ride the stationary bike while wearing a heart monitor (much easier than reaching toes) and other random things. It was pretty interesting, though he didn’t give me any indication of how in or out of shape I am. (I think that’s a bad sign.)

And then last night I went for my orientation. That’s where he tried to kill me on the Nautilus machines. Very cruel. Today I am sore, but not as sore as I will be after I do my first full workout – yesterday was only a taste. Am very much looking forward to that, as you can imagine.

My poor friend Regan misplaced her engagement ring the other night so that’s been on my mind a lot. I really hope she finds it. I can only imagine how horrified I’d be if I could never find mine. But it’s got to be in her house somewhere, so keep your fingers crossed for her.

Tomorrow night I’m babysitting my cousin Max. What a cutie.

Okay people, I need to raise at least $100 for the American Heart Association Heart Walk. This should be a piece of cake – I raised $3400 for Leukemia & Lymphoma without breaking a sweat.
(Yeah, right.)

If you want to donate, send me an email at pam@pyjammy.com and I’ll let you know how to get the money to me.

Now, to get morbid – do it for my dad, who died of a heart attack. He was a great man. (Ah, I can tug on the old heartstrings, eh? Ooh, a pun.)

I am so very happy that Jay won last night. Yay Jay! Boo Kara Saun and
her cheating ways! And Boo to the editors of Project Runway for
actually making me sort of like Wendy Pepper. I feel so used and cheap
and emotionally manipulated. Sigh.

It was fun watching it at Polly’s house, though. Regan and I went over
there dressed up. I had hit the big sale at Dillard’s to get some
fishnets and some weird ribbon things and went in princess-ballerina
mode. Was fun. Wore my sister’s tiara from her wedding. Much fun.

Going to Baton Rouge tomorrow night. My mom and I are doing the Race
for the Cure there. I’m running, she’s walking. It’ll be fun.
Definitely the first race I’ve ever done with my mom. In fact, I think
it’s her first race altogether, even though she’s doing it for the
charity aspect, not the race bit.

Woo. Lost .2. Hmmph. Doesn’t the scale realize I joined a gym, and I’ve been going? Helllooooo. Okay, the weekend in DC couldn’t have helped. At least I lost something. I guess. I really think it’s all the snot in my head that’s weighing me down today. My allergies are particularly bad this morning. Oh yeah…blame it on the snot.

Tonight is the finale of Project Runway. Going to Polly’s to watch it. Fun!