I love yoga, and just love going to spas, though I never have time anymore. On the night that Brock got taken away by the lawyers to the baseball game, the girls at my work, along with my mom and some of my closet friends, treated me to a spa day. I had been to Jewel spa several times before, but never for two sixty-minute sessions. It was wonderful. There were eleven of us in total, but the spa somehow managed to fix the schedule so that everyone was getting messaged or getting their nails done or facial. I guess they are used to having large groups of brides to be who want to be pampered. I loved it. They treated us like princesses and fed us tea and chocolate. I had only gotten one another facial in my life, and it was amazing the way they messaged my neck and face. It was so relaxing that I almost fell asleep during it. The second fun part was getting my toenails painted, which I did alongside my mom. I learned the great secret that even if your finger nails need to be plain and polished; it’s okay to have orange toe nail polish.

I don’t know if you can call this a bachelor party, because he was already married, but Brock’s boss at the law firm decided that he would take the whole staff out to a baseball game. Brock said that about five other lawyers were out, and that somehow they had really good seats. He also said that it was funny, because the people that he works with are at least ten years older than he is, and that they all had really good advice for him. Because the other lawyers kept announcing to everyone that this was Brock’s bachelor party, he said that everyone kept offering to buy him beer, and he got rather drunk and felt sick because they kept buying him beers and pizza and cotton candy. He said the whole experience was great, though slightly weird, having the entire stadium (or what felt like the entire stadium) wish him the best of luck in his marriage.

My mother offered me her wedding dress in jest, I think, because she probably thought that I would want something new and fancy. I surprised her by accepting the offer, on the condition that I could alter the dress a little. I am about five inches taller than my mother, and my shoulders are rather wide. At first she didn’t want the dress to be cut up, but then we visited the DressMaker in Edina with my plans and her dress. I wanted to cut off the sleeves and make the dress top more tube top like, and then shorten the bottom so that it would fall just bellow my knees. The seamstress understood at once my vision, and drew it out for my mother and explained how easy it would be. Once my mother got the picture, she gave the go-ahead. We had to go back three more times for fittings, and just to follow up. It looked beautiful once it was done. You could still see the original pattern of the dress, this just looked like a modern take on a classic. It fit perfectly, and it was worth the cost, which was still far less than what most dresses cost nowadays.