kate+speaks

not much of anything new these days…

next week is probably the last i’ll be living in sacto. its a bittersweet time. although, its not like i’m technically moving everything i own back home, i still have the fall to get everything out. whats dumb is that after all this time, jeff and i are going to be sleeping under different roofs again.

need a job, need a job, need a job….

…looking forward to finding a spot home in the bay.

thats all, more later.

in some non-wedding related blogging, eventually my head will explode and i hope there will be a planner there to put the pieces back together.

i am terrrrrribly tired. its stupid how pms will make you moody, lethargic, anxious, depressed, sore, etc. etc. all in one week. yes i have every right to blame pms, no man will understand wtf an underwire bra will do to a sore fckn chest. its stupid how boobs can hurt, its just fat… fat that i have absolutely no control of how much i have.

i was tired all day at work and completely forgot the number one reason why, pms. i even had a full 8 hours of sleep.

anyways i didn’t mean to blog just about pms. i want to share the following with the world: jeffrox & i went to a carniceria (mexican butcher for all those of you who did not take espanol) today, dopest place ever. you pick your meat, how much you want, and they’ll put it in marinade for you! we got two lbs. of marinated carne asada for about $10. the meat didn’t even stay in the marinade overnight and it was the tastiest meat ever. shits ridiculous. next time i ever need to make food i will go to a carniceria and buy carne asada. i don’t know why it took me so long to realize that if i want to make mexican food i should go to a mexican store.

if you ever want to impress people at a bbq, buy marinated meat from a supermercado/carniceria and serve up street tacos. best cooking discovery since i learned to cook chicken satay. now……… if there were thai markets that sold marinated chicken satay and peanut sauce i’d really go nuts.

carniceria lopez no. 4 on northgate, sacto. they’re friendly and their marinade is ridiculous. if your into chicharon they fry pieces as big as a pig’s whole backside. gross to me, but maybe delicious to you. they also sell those great ass mexican paletas (popsicles) in all of the flavors of the rainbow. next time i will buy some.

thats all time to sleep.

jeff has totally twisted my mentality, he should’ve asked me to marry him after i already got a job and after i re-read harry potter half-blood prince.

now all i can think about is a big day that will happen two summers from now.

i got the fever. if you know what i mean.

in other non-wedding news: jeff & i went to cache creek with his folks and aunts/uncles on friday night. we ended up playing that saturday, 7-7-07, i won $51 starting with only $2 at $.25 slots, and he won $55 from casino war. it was a good day. i have this method where you put away your starting money when you’re winning, if you keep doubling up you put that money in your pocket. you can’t touch the money in your pocket and if you loose all you have at the table then you’re done. good thing jeff listens. ; )

i’m using this space “think out loud.” i have multiple thoughts i need to organize.

so i always wanted a fat ass wedding. always, always, always… even when i was just a teenage girl. i wanted the spotlight, the big party, and the night. all of this anticipation grew tenfold after my pops refused to throw me a cotillion and i realized i had already found found “the man.” i’ve been joking around with the folks about a $50,000 wedding for years. seriously, just ask them. it wasn’t until last month that i realized i didn’t really want one anymore. i thought the grad party was a personal bust and i honestly only enjoyed the last hour. i blamed this on stress, anxiety, and running around from group to group trying to make sure i was entertaining enough people. i was like a chicken with my head cut off.

the following is what i expect if the wedding is here: we will spend tens of thousands. jeff and i will pick the best, but on certain aspects in which many people will not understand (someone is going to question why we will probably spend $10 per letterpressed invitation). i will need TWO DRESSES, i need another for the reception (probably, don’t hate. hella brides do this). i will be stressed out of my mind. i will fight with the man on many occasions. we will have to explain our decisions to people again… and again… and again, and we have to because we can’t afford to front the bill ourselves. there are politics involved with weddings beyond our concern. we will have to throw some kind of wedding rehearsal the night before the wedding, another venue, food, and more money. the wedding entourage is going to be huge, something i’m not exactly comfortable with (i counted 2 m-of-honors, 5 bridesmaids, 2 jr. bridesmaids–thats already 9!). mainly, i don’t want to half-ass it, if we’re going big–its all or hawaii. no half shit, it has to excecute. i probably sound crazy, but for once in my life i’m beginning to realize that serious bank is going into one day and there is only one decision that will define everything.

i’m gonna drug jeff and elope. thats the plan, don’t try and stop me…. =)

everyone is going to get tired of all of this very easily and pretty soon i will have a yelp list dedicated to “wedding shit.” it hasn’t even been a week yet…

if we have our wedding in the bay the place is going to look like this:

its the first floor of dogpatch studios in sf. yeah, it can transform into reception/party space. problem is… when you rent a place like this it doesn’t include insurance, catering (not like i want it to), tables/chairs/linens/china/flatware/etc, lighting… basically nothing but the space, and usually spaces like this run about $4,000 on a saturday.

if it happens to be here (which is less and less likely), i don’t want it at a hotel where you pay-per-head for salmon, chicken, or steak and you get to pick your colors. if its here in the bay i have to hire a planner, cause i sure as hell cannot handle planning a big wedding, esp with my high-strung capabilities when it comes to efficiency.

my old dream is to hold the reception in some industrial space or old warehouse, then it would just be transformed with lighting, flowers, and color. i want every hand in the process, we’re creative people and it doesn’t make any sense just choosing from “options.” i now realize shit like my dream is over the top exfkinpensive. I BLAME THIS INFLUX WITH REALITY ON “MY SUPER SWEET SIXTEEN.” fking mtv and its spoiled brats.

*sigh, isn’t that space beautiful though? we could have a cover band, like the one in “old school,” an open bar, filipino caterers who serve buffet style, a cupcake tier cake, a gelato station, a red cheese photo booth, if only money were no object….

maybe the folks or in-laws will win the lotto on 7.7.07

announcement: transformers is the movie of the summer. its otherworldly. plus, the boyfriend is in it, and he’s hot shit.

in other news: i am about 70% sure i want a destination wedding. i have about 3 thousand reasons i can tell anyone why. everyone and their mama is invited, just make sure you and your mama can get there.

from the mind of some high efficiency, kate’s pros & cons:

cons:
- not everyone we want will be able to make it.
- our honeymoon is the same place as the “destination” (whatever though, still paradise)
- it could be difficult planning it since the location is far away
- it would most likely be a civil ceremony. we would probably have to have the church ceremony when we get back.

pros:
- the people who work hard enough and want to go enough that badly will make it somehow.
- honestly, and to no offense to anyone, it only really matters to us that our closest friends and family are present. its stupid how people think they should be invited just because its wedding and because they think they know us.
- no fking politics. we’ll have to invite _____ because ______ knows and ______ because he works with __________ and _________ well, because. if we have the wedding in the bay that will be 300 guests easily. 300 guests, if we’re lucky at $50 per head, thats $15,000. now if all 300 of those people would like to tell me how long jeff and i have dated and what makes us click, then we will be happy to pay for all of them. but they probably can’t, so we won’t.
- in all complete honesty, we only want true “jeff&kate” supporters there. its not like we have haters, we just don’t believe some people are completely genuine.
- i can have a beautiful ceremony and reception, it doesn’t matter if we spend $50 per head if 100 people make it. thats only $5,000.
- overall, it will be much more affordable.
- i will be less stressed out. i will be less stressed out. i will be less stressed out.

as you can see i have thought this through over and over, just since saturday. i’m already asking people to save. if people have a two year advance notice we’ll have better chances.

save the week, your money, and some vacation time: end of june/first week of july 2009.

thats what we want.

the story i will be telling for the rest of my life:

so we spent most of the day at a family picnic in hayward. on the way home jeff asked me;

j: “do your parents have a favorite dessert?”
me: “why?”
j: “i just want to thank them for the grad party.”
me: thinking to myself, “uhhhhhhhhh ok.” so i gave him suggestions.

then we get to his house in milpitas, right when we get there everyone starts leaving to go to “the store,” with no real reason why, and everyone just comes back with iced tea. When they get back suddenly Jeff and Kyle are gone, initially I thought they were doing something upstairs. When they get back I ask them where they were and what took them so long.

[This is when I start putting two and two together... maybe Kyle bought the dessert at Safeway and they brought it to my parents to have a "serious talk." After all, our six year anniversary was coming.]

So he tells me that they went to my house to drop off the dessert Kyle bought and they went to the bank so he could pay Kyle back.

Then after a short while my parents show up at Jeff’s house, by this time its about 10:30pm. [Interesting act no 3., my 'rents won't leave the house past 10 unless they really have to] Everyone tries to play it off like they’re going to talk about the finances from the grad party.

A short while before this Jeff’s mom took out the digital camcorder to “record” Jeff’s dad’s bday at midnight. SLICKKKKK.

So, I’m already nervous by this point because the puzzle just kept coming together. Jeff went to my house without me… My folks are at his house for no apparent reason… We’re surrounded by friends and family… SO I WATCH HIM… all of the sudden, he gets serious (which is awkward to me cause we’re never really serious with eachother) turns toward me, says something about “the reason why everyone is here… blah blah… is that…. (opens a black ring box) “WILL YOU MARRY ME?”

ME: by this point i am super embarassed and am basically hiding behind couch cushions saying “what are you doing??????? where did you get that???????? thats fake………. where did you get that????????” instead of saying yes i kiss & hug him, and start crying.

by this point most of the women around me are tearing, and seriously there were like four on the couch right next to me.

i swear, i was surrounded.

thats basically it, he said he had a window of proposing, between saturday (the day he bought it, the day he proposed) and today, our six year anniversary. it just so happened that everyone was too excited to hold it in, including him, and it just happened that night.

yep, thats our story… =)

HAPPY SIX YEARS JEFF. iloveyou. iloveyou.

i cannot believe i am in the process of planning a wedding. sure, i don’t plan on getting hitched until the summer of ‘09, but damn, this is fooooreeeeeeeals now. i’m not one of those girls just “talkin” about plans… I AM PLANNING!

expect these types of blogs for many many days.

don’t worry though, i’ll try to throw in my stupid commentary here and there.

i’m feeling about five thousand different emotions right now, and for almost once in my life i’m too shy to accept all of this attention.

don’t get me wrong, its all amazing, but its crazyyyyyy.

so once you get a ring, thats pretty much the go-ahead for the wedding planning, right? i read some advice that said start planning as soon as you can. i need a book, to cut & paste, and take notes, etc, etc.

all i know is… i want individual cupcakes instead of a single big cake. i’m torn between a destination wedding and a big ol’ catholic church one. the colors will be a deep torquoise and chocolate brown. and.. i know the basic make-up of the wedding party. too many things running through the head…

p.s. if you sent me a message i promise i will get back to you, especially to all the people i have to thank.

a general fyi:

THE DYNAMIC DUO HAS MADE IT SUPER OFFICIAL.

in about two years i’ll be mrs. reyes-tanhueco.

[wink & blush]