Ok, I'm a bad blogger. All of my readers (all three of them) have been after me to post a new blog. What these lovely hearts don't realize is that in my world is in a frenzy right now. Why you may ask? I work for a wedding photography company and this is our "busy season," (of note though - I doubled my sales goal last month and I'm on track to beat it again this month). It seems that most every man on the planet decides to propose to his intended on Christmas, New Year's Eve or Valentine's Day. Personally, I think popping the question on any of the above listed days is a bit of a cop out (same if he gets down on one knee on the girl's birthday). It's my opinion that a day as big as asking for a woman's hand in marriage should stand on its own, but apparently most of the men on the planet don't see it that way. So the last eight weeks have been nuts in my world.
So much so, that I was even checking my Blackberry (and worse yet, responding to messages) while on my surprise trip to London. Yes, you read right. My beloved, Aqua Rat, surprised me with a trip (part of the Christmas gift orgy) and it was a getaway across the pond. I was told what days to take off from work, what to pack and when to be ready for him to pick me up in a cab. Very romantic. His mother thought at one point that she'd spoiled it for me, but if she mentioned where we were going, I missed it (probably because I was doing four other things, while IM'ing her that day). So it wasn't until I was three people away from the TSA agent in the security line at the airport, before Aqua Rat begrudgingly gave me my boarding pass and I had an inkling where we were going. I had thought maybe we were skipping off to Montreal - no way did I think we were heading to Europe.
We had an amazing time! Possibly one of the best vacations I've ever had, if not THE best. If I can figure out how, I'll add some photos to the bottom of the blog. The only crazy antics we really encountered, however, were some hijinks at the theater. We went to see Avenue Q. If you get a chance to go see it (it was on Broadway first and is an American play), do so! It's probably the only time in your life that you'll get to see Muppets have sex. Enough said.
So here's my promise. I'll be better about this blog stuff. I'll never be the daily blogger, but I'll try to keep up my end, now that the mania is starting to subside and blog each Friday. At least until next Christmas rolls around. :)