Ladies and germs, we have an officiant!

Both of today’s meetings went really well.  So well that I would very much like to be friends with both of the people I met with and kind of hope that ends up happening.

Our officiant, Heather, is just a few years older than me and we have tons in common.  Our whole meeting was spent nodding and totally getting each other.  I feel absolutely comfortable putting our wedding ceremony in her hands–mostly because she already feels like a good friend, which is quickly becoming a theme for us.  I chose our venue because the ladies who run it are awesome and easy to get along with and would be people that I would actually invite to the ceremony and to the reception.  One of my good friends is doing the photography.  Will’s Dad offered to do the food.  I am loving that our wedding is starting to feel more like a bunch of fun people hanging out together and less like a Big Event in which I am In Charge and Must Coordinate Everything.  It is helping me relax quite a bit!

So yay! We have a venue, we have an officiant, we have a photographer (thanks Jen!), I have a dress and a seamstress to help make necessary alterations (which is what you need when your butt is a size four but your boobs are a size zero, hello pears I feel your pain).  Next up is figuring out the cake and then finding something for Will to wear.  Will by the way is very scandalized at my Docs and knee socks idea and wants me to promise that, at the very least, the shoes will be white.  I have not yet made this promise because the more I think about it, the more I love the idea of the brown Doc Marten Mary Janes (or the cheap version in the same style).  I am not sure if this is just my stubbornness kicking in or what.

The mortgage guy, Gary, was also very helpful and at no point during our meeting did I feel like I was being sold to or that he was trying to make promises that he couldn’t keep.  He was very big on the “take your time and go one step at a time” approach, which I really like and made me feel quite a lot better about my credit situation (which, I am not afraid to admit, is abysmal).  He offered to help me put together a definite road map to getting us “mortgage ready” in the next year or so.  He was also very emphatic that if it takes longer for us to feel comfortable about starting the loan process then that is okay.  I truly felt like he cared more about helping me than earning a commission.  Case in point: I am not paying one single cent for his help and won’t unless we decide to do our mortgage through him which, at this point, I would totally be willing to do someday.   He also gets major points for making me feel like much less of a loser than I did when I walked in (seriously, I was really stupid in my early-mid 20s).  I walked out of our meeting (during which, in addition to talking credit and mortgages and interest rates we also spent a fair amount of time comparing iPhone apps and talking about rural life -vs- urban life) feeling so much more confident about the whole process.

In other news, today Will left to spend a long weekend geeking out with his friends over in Bend.  It’s a repeat of last year’s WoW-apalooza but this time around most of them barely play WoW anymore.  I feel like I should be revelling in the “all mine! I can do whatever I want! No video game noise in the background! No having to figure out what to do while he plays Knock Out on the Wii or waiting until he’s ready to go to bed! All my stuff all the time!”ness of having the apartment to myself until Sunday evening but you know what?  I am in a complete and total “okay.  I have watched some Sex and the City on DVD.  Now what?  I’m bored! I miss Will! I’m turning into a total girl! Waaaaaaah!  place.

I cannot decide what to do: crochet, read, knit, play We Cheer, eat something (and if so–what should I eat?), watch TV, re-watch the second season of Sex and the City on DVD (the third and fourth seasons get here sometime tomorrow along with the third season of The Closer), watch the seventh season of Friends on DVD (it was on sale at Target) or just go to bed early.  I think I have too much freedom.