After work yesterday I made a quick stop at my doctor’s office (she wanted to draw some blood) before going to get my haircut. My stylist, Liz, is also newly engaged, so we spent the hour talking about our (lack of) wedding plans. She agreed that most bridal magazines are just ads for one ugly dress after another. I hope that her wedding does not end up being the same weekend as mine because I would love for her to do my hair. I’ve actually never seen her do an updo, but she gives an awesome cut, and she’s done hair for New York Fashion Week, so I can’t imagine she wouldn’t know what to do.

Post-haircut I rushed over to Spice in Chelsea to meet Elyse and Amy for dinner. We gossiped over Spring Rolls and Drunk Man Noodle before moving the conversation across the street for some Tasti-D-Lite. They had my favorite flavor – Butterfinger – but I was so stuffed from dinner that I couldn’t even finish my small cup of Butterfinger and Chocolate Oreo with rainbow sprinkles. I’ll most likely see Amy next month at my engagement party, but Elyse doesn’t think she can make it, so I don’t know when I’ll see her again. That is such a strange thought.

It was nearly 10 pm at this point, and I took a cab over to Rachel’s to spend the night since my apartment had been cleared out on Sunday. I got there just as 24 was ending. I think we passed out in her bed less than an hour later. I am more than excited that I can actually fall asleep – and stay asleep – these days (although R claims that I did not sleep soundly – apparently I kicked, tossed, turned and talked in my sleep). Poor J, she said.