“I will not let winter storm Nemo snow on my bridal shower!” I exclaimed a few Wednesday nights ago at the end of the weather report. I had trouble taking this storm seriously, and kept envisioning a cute little snow storm with one bad fin, swimming up the east coast and leaving us with just a minor snow covering. I may have even enjoyed it if my shower was in Philadelphia, but it was in North Jersey, and we weren’t dealing with a Disney/Pixar character, we were dealing with a blizzard.
Months after Eric and I got engaged, some friends of his mom’s approached us about having a bridal shower in North Jersey. In the absence of Eric’s mom, they still wanted to shower us with love and joy before our wedding. We happily agreed and the planning began.