dear my beloved one,
the past four days have been a crazy hectic time in which i have no idea how we got any amount of rest. of course the length and stress of these days has been due in part to me and in part to you.
thursday i dare say i ran out of gas. on mopac. in the middle lane. with a dead cell phone. right after the river. in the midst of rush hour. and i dare say again i had an epiphany on saturday that i was wearing the same exact dress i wore when i got in my first wreck at last years sxsw. and not only was a wearing the same dress, it was the first time since i got in my wreck i had worn the dress. needless to say, you told me to get rid of it lol. i probably caused a traffic jam of this size. i wouldn't be surprised.
friday was not too bad. i came home from work. straightened your hair. you drank endless amounts of tea since you had no voice. i told you alcohol and the cold weather don't mix with your brasillian blood, but you still managed to have some voice for your show in san antonio. the first show i have not gone too since we've met. instead i spent the evening with sarah and took her out for her birthday. and we watched glee. what a glorious time it was.
saturday morning was super stressful as your sense of time is much your own and not as americanized as mine is. i am punctual. you are not. i plan. you do not. and yet i still love you even when we get frustrated. you sort of have a lag in the frustration department. but alas we still made it out to see the venue where we will be wed on february twenty fifth, two-thousand and twelve. and i am so glad to be with you my love. moving to the evening we spent a delicious time at our new favorite brasillain food place (not that we had an old one)... we reminisced on pao de queijo and guarana. you introduced me to your favorite brasillian drink, caipirinha, and we both agreed we should have it at our wedding. maybe not a peace bowl size of it though.