Ok so the title is slightly more dramatic than is quite possibly necessary...but quite frankly, not my problem.
So the last few days has involved a whole lot of preparation for Lucy's wedding - hair on Thursday, shoes on Friday and dress fitting today; needless to say excitement levels are pretty high. Which for anyone who has known me a significant amount of time must be a bit of a shock that I am excited about hair, shoes and dresses. A far cry from the 14 year old tomboy playing football with the guys and the girl who had prior to her sixth form prom never bought a dress; and throughout school (had she not been somewhat cripplingly conscientious)would have been first to sign the petition to change school uniform from a nearly compulsory skirt and a pink and white checked blouse. Not that having three people stare at you whilst someone does unknown things to your hair doesn't still freak me out a little. Also, aside from the fact that I have regularly sized feet, shoe shopping would have at one time ranked up in my top 10 most hated activities. Not any more - I guess a girl can change. So Lucy gets married in about a month and a half - count down!
And the tears..? Not much change there - I'm an uber wuss when it comes to films/TV/novels and tonight we finished off our 'Dawson's Creek' marathon (which has been running from Freshers' Week this year) and it is absolutely and completely emotionally draining, especially the 1hr40 bonanza to finish. Wept my way through the second half - nightmare - although I was somewhat amused to discover that Kirsty and Hannah were as bad as me and Lucy relatively controlled. Personally I reckon she just wasn't paying attention. Although complete breakdown was prevented by some rather hilarious revisiting of past episodes and some dreadful haircuts. Happily the house Pacey/Dawson divide remains as strong as when we started - takes all sorts to make the world go round, plus some people are simply just wrong ;D