the honey bunny looks good in a barong

after much scheduling difficulties, cajoling, and several text messages sent with a pout that he hopefully felt when he received abovementioned SMS, jay finally agreed to go to the wedding with me.

of course the moment i found out that he'd be there too, i started panicking.

what to wear? (black strapless dress gasp! i know, a black dress to a weddng. or is it more gasp, rosa in a strapless dress? horror of horrors! with a sheer silk baby pink and yellow shawl, black heeled sandals with a baby pink back, and a pyramid-shaped pink bag) it's so hard to describe everything i'm so wishing i just had a digital camera!

what about going to the parlor to have hair/make-up/nails done?(nails, yes. hair and make-up, no, and it was a good thing since otherwise i'd be too overdone for just a guest).

hair up or down?(up)

it was quite funny how i tried to put everything together the week leading up to the wedding. by wednesday, i was quite tense, so tense that i hardly had time to panic over the fact that i was going to address a room full of parents on "negative behaviors and how to eliminate them in your children". by friday, i couldn't sleep and i couldn't eat, save for a bowl of instant lucky me noodles that i ate simply because my tummy was too noisy it was impossible to sleep.

needless to say, wedding went by with no problem. jay arrived looking oh-so-kissable-and-huggable and i tried (my very best, mind you) to be poised and confident and to act as if i wear a strapless dress every single day of my life so there's absolutely nothing to worry about.