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[annabel clarisse murphy]

Anna had been the main planner for the evening, even if an event like this didn’t involve much planning. A bonfire, she learned, really wasn’t too difficult to construct and put into motion. Send out a few fliers, post an event invitation on facebook and the local social site, and just let people know. On the night-of have your fiancé – who was ‘throwing the party’ - start up a fire, find chairs and benches, then set them up. And wait for people to show up, simple as that, astonishingly enough. It wasn’t really expected for there to be more to do, but Anna was one to always expect the unexpected, and in this case, that meant more time preparing and putting more work into one evening than most would. For the bonfire, she had rearranged the furniture multiple times. More like she stood off to the side as she ordered Benny to place the plastic lawn seating and wooden benches to a new, seemingly fit location. More often than not, though, the piece of furniture was moved time and time again, and then was placed in a spot that it had already called home. Every time this happened - and yes, it happened a lot - Benny would let out an aggravated sigh, but kept pushing through. Anna was thankful for Benny that was for sure, because she didn’t know very many people who would do every tedious, little thing that she asked for, which tended to add up to a big pile of stuff. And do it correctly, how she pictured it nonetheless, along with no complaints. If she hadn’t been sure that she had her perfect man, then she was very much aware of it tonight.

After she approved the seating, she asked Benny to start setting up for the fire, and he did so as she went inside to get whatever else her little heart desired prepared. Food was a must - she had plenty of marshmallows, graham crackers, chocolate bars, hot dogs, hot dog buns, and then every hot dog topping known to man - and she had most likely gone overboard, as per usual. Majority of the time, she put things off, then continued to go overboard once she got to the task. It was the perfectionist in her. Everything should be perfect, or at least appear to be, and if not that, then how she had it imagined. But she still wouldn’t be satisfied, therefore she would continue on until she was. So like everything else in her life, tonight would be the same way. As with the seating earlier - a simple task, one that could be done haphazardly in a matter of moments, took her longer and gave her more frustrations that it should have. This entire event was this way, and despite the original simplicity that the planning should have been, it wasn’t turning out that way for Anna. In truth, she wouldn’t have it any other way - it was her silly little pet peeves that made it so difficult to get anything done. ’Just wait until the wedding planning begins,’

[/color] her inner-monologue chimed. ’Not going to be bridezilla my ass.’[/color] Her procrastination was certainly no help either, and her paranoia created a long string of ‘things-that-could-go-wrong’, which the perfectionist in her just had to make sure would not happen. And with the time-crunch that her procrastination was sure to embellish, you could see how this could become stressful, then being an issue.

With a tray of the food, she opened the sliding door from the Rune’s that led to their backyard, and the beach where Benny had built the fire per Anna’s request. She took notice that the fire was set and ready, so she caught her fiancé’s eye and gave him a sickly sweet smile before holding the tray that she held out to him. Catching onto what she wanted, he took hold of it and carried it over to the table that was set up near the fire. She said her thanks and gave him a peck on the cheek before turning on her heels to grab the second tray that she had prepared. It was approximately forty minutes until people were said to arrive, so Anna was more than ready. A cooler was also said up, housing water, beer, Capri Sun, Rootbeer and Coke, and soon enough the hot dogs until they were ready to be held over the fire on the metal sticks that she had so thoughtfully purchased and had sitting out on the table previously mentioned. The fire was about eight yards from the shoreline, leaving plenty of space between those around the fire and where the waves came crashing onto the sand. Everything was in its place, and now the only thing that she had to do was wait for people to show up. Sitting down on one of the benches, Benny came over to sit next to her. They continued to laugh and joke around, being their normal selves, until someone showed up.[/blockquote]
tagged:[/color] any and everyone. (:
wearing:[/color] hell, if i knew. jeans and some pretty shirt, then sandals.
wordcount:[/color] around 900 or something.
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