Steel Magnolias came on television last night. I watched it and cried the whole time. Like the entire length of the movie. For some reason, it made me ridiculously homesick. I haven't been home since Christmas, and this is the longest it's been since I've seen my family. Like, ever.
I chose to go home next weekend for a few reasons. Sunday is my Dad's 60th birthday. For our own health and well being, we decided against throwing him a surprise party. I value my life too much to receive the wrath of my father when it comes to parties, especially ones in his honor. He and my mom threw me a surprise 16th birthday party, and he didn't even come to that. He HATES parties. Weddings? He can handle if you're his child. Otherwise dude does NOT do parties. Like, ever.
A childhood/high school friend is getting married next weekend as well. It's a very formal, traditional Indian wedding. I got a kicking new dress, I'm debating some new heels, and I'll be rocking a new pashmina. I'm super excited she found her a "nice Indian boy" and that we get to celebrate with them. I'm taking advantage of this invitation, because this will probably be my only chance to experience an Indian wedding. Like, ever.
It's going to be hard to cram everything in to a few days. Also on the agenda: See Lacey and my favorite little boys, hang with Mom, go horse back riding with Dad (pics to come), teach Dad how to use his Kindle Fire (the phone calls aren't working), meet BL's new girlfriend, and then spend every other possible second with the g'rents.
I'm ready to go NOW!
