The wedding is eleven days from today. Less than eleven technically. Ack!!
Tomorrow I have my bridal portrait session. I am having them done at my alma mater. The campus is gorgeous and I have hope that they will turn out beautifully.
I am getting my hair done at 8:30 tomorrow morning. I can't remember how long it takes to do an updo. Luckily I'm comfortable with my hair lady and plan on doing all my prep at her shop. I haven't run this by her yet, but how could she say no? I'm afraid I'll forget something. I dug my veil out of the closet. My make-up is ready to go. I need to stick my earrings in my makeup bag. Hopefully I'll remember to borrow my mom's bracelet. Now if only I woke up tomorrow with a flawless face. A girl can dream, right?
Oh, and I hope I don't sweat to death. *Hold for a moment while I check the weather for 10am tomorrow...* Ok. Well. It should be a lovely temperature of 75. That's good, right? How about a 40% chance of rain? Wonderful! Why don't we throw humidity of 66% in there for good measure? If I wasn't freaking out before, I am now. If one drop of rain touches my dress.... I mean, what happens if it gets wet? Do wedding gowns have care labels? I should probably check.
Ok, freak out over...for now.
Can you tell that I am living, breathing, dreaming wedding? Sorry. It will be over soon.
I still have such a long to-do list.
Instead of rambling on about even more wedding stuff, I'll leave you with the grossest moment of the last week (sorry it's so long...I got carried away):
I have named him the Sweat Monger. Setting: Saturday morning, gym on the AF base in my hometown. The treadmills were a bit crowded this particular morning so Mom and I took two machines next to each other on an end. I was on the very end and Mom was between me and some guy running like crazy. We're at it maybe 5 or 10 minutes when we start noticing that the running guy next to Mom is exhibiting strange behavior. First thing Mom noticed was that he stunk. He had some funky BO going on. As if that wasn't gross enough, he started wiping the sweat from his forehead and then wiping it on the machine. The first time, Mom and I looked at each other with WTF faces. I forgive anyone something once, so I was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. He didn't deserve it. Over the next 20-25 minutes we watched him habitually wipe his brow and wipe it on the top of the machine. When the top of the machine became too wet with his own sweat he started wiping his sweat on the side of the machines near the cupholders - mere inches from my mom. THEN he started scraping his forearms on the top edge of the machine - because sweat on forearms is just soooo unbearable apparently. THEN he started wiping his arms down the outside of the arms on the side of the machine - even closer to my mom. The whole freaking machine was shining with his moisture. We finished our workout a couple minutes before he did but we stuck around cause we wanted to see if he'd clean up his mess. After a marathon (and weird) stretching session, he simply walked off the machine into the hallway. What. The. F. We were speechless. He kept looking at us funny like he couldn't understand why we were giving him dirty looks. In the middle of my internal debate on what I should do, the old guy who had been on the treadmill on the other side of Sweat Monger came out of the cardio room. He found who he was looking for and asked him if he was planning to clean his machine that he sweated all over. Sweat Monger grunted, walked back in the cardio room straight to the cleaning wipes - he knew where they were and simply didn't use them! Mom and I walked off so didn't exactly witness how well he cleaned the stupid machine, but I figure the old guy kept an eye on him.
I just don't get it. What is wrong with him? I thought it was just common sense to clean a shared piece of equipment after you are finished with it. Especially if you choose to use the machine as your towel. I really hope I never see him again. Ugh.
Anyone else have a gross gym story? Do tell!
S.
3 comments:
EWWWWWWWWWW! I'm so glad the other guy said something. Ew!
One time I was on the elliptical and the guy next to me farted. And again. And again. And again. Finally the smell got so bad I had to move. It wasn't like the dude had headphones on, so I know he heard it (and smelt it) too. Gross.
11 days! It's coming up so quickly!
The sweat monger is gross...just plain nasty. EW
So I thought of you at the gym the other day. A guy was on the treadmill and he was projectile sweating. It was landing on the top of the machine. Luckily, he cleaned it up. I thought you would have liked him :)
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