Nah. If ever there was a job for Garamond, this is it. Classy, readable, delicate…it’s like a flower with serifs.
Since your wedding is so close to Christmas, have you considered asking the church if they could hang on to some of their decorations for you to use? Also, white poinsettias on sale after the 25th would make a lovely statement. Place them artfully among a bunch of deep-discount white Christmas lights and a few yards of well-draped white fabric and you’ve got instant decorations.
I wouldn’t worry too much about the snow, unless you have Idiot Prankster Relatives like mine. Then I’d worry about getting snowballs instead of rice as you leave the church.
Oh, dear. I hadn’t thought of that. I’ll have to duck.
Killer bees, Octavia? Great. They’ll be little bee-popsicles by the time they get up here. It’s high of -8 Celcius today, low of -12. All those folks coming from Arkansas and Texas must really love us.
Going to go try to get a wedding licence today. I’m afraid the clerk-person will squint at me and say, “Aren’t you underage?”. Incidentally, i think I’m starting to reach the age where it’s nice to be mistaken for 18-19. That’s kind of scary.
Hmm. Maybe we’ll got with FairyChatMom’s butterfly idea, after all.
We got the licence! It was much easier than getting my blasted passport, which makes me suspicious of Canada’s legal marital policies- shouldn’t it be harder to get married than to travel? Which should require more effort and determination, visiting Buffalo or getting hitched?
I should get my wedding dress cleaned and ironed. It’s been scrunched up into too many plastic bags, and it’s kind of wrinkled.
All I have to say is: double-check eveything you do because you just won’t be thinking straight.
Some friends of mine got married a couple of weeks before we did.
The morning of the day before this particular wedding, in a hotel room (we were in the hotel for a gig), I grabbed the toothpaste from our travel kit, loaded up the toothbrush and started brushing. The toothpaste tasted wierd. Well, that’s because it was hydrocortisone cream, not toothpaste.
The next day we put on our best clothes, hopped in the truck and drove out to long island. We found the place and pulled into the parking lot nice and early (I mean really early since the parking lot was empty). We went in the building and poked around then went up to the reception desk and asked for the wedding. They flipped through a couple pages. Ah, they said, the wedding’s tomorrow. After the floor failed to open up and let us disappear we slinked (slunk?) out and went home and stayed there.
Our own wedding couldn’t have gone better. There came a time when all the anxiety and planning and the million little details just went away and there I was, at my wedding, my dad at my side, watching my beautiful wife float down the aisle. Enjoy yourself!
How is it possible that the caterer is renting $200 worth of glasses and dessert plates for 60 people? What are they, solid gold?
24 days 'til the wedding, a week until the Christmas rush starts at work, and 14 days until the Two Towers comes out.
Aaaugh!
Damn- I forgot. I’m making shawls/stoles for my bridesmaids to wear. Must go to fabric store tomorrow. Aaaaugh. And we have to write the programs. How the hell am I supposed to know what a wedding program looks like?
Oh, I went to a lingere store today. I hate pink. I particularly hate bright pink satin with little butterflies. IT’S NOT SEXY!! I despair of finding any comfortable lingere that’s not pink. Back to boxers and tank tops it is.
Remember, no wedding is ever perfect. Something always goes wrong.
And you know what?
IT DOESN’T MATTER. NOBODY WILL CARE.
So, relax and do what you can, and after it’s all over shove one of those glasses up the caterers ass. (Smile while you do it and it’ll be much better.)
Really, the only thing I’m worried about is that our friends won’t get here due to snow. Everything else is workable, or unimportant, but I have no control over the bloody weather, and our impoverished college friends are spending lots to fly up here. I won’t really relax until they’re all in Toronto. Especially my best friend.
The caterer is a friend of mine! And she’s donating her services for free! I just don’t know why the plates cost so much. I’m hoping she’s rounding up. We’ll see.
Here’s my advice to keep down the panicking: start watching 24, and just remind yourself that at least
Your sister didn’t hire a private investigator to investigate your fiance for possible terrorist connections, leading to both him and your father being interviewed in your own living room by CTU agents the very day of your wedding
Oh, and
It’s very unlikely that your wedding will be interrupted by a nuclear explosion
Do it yourself wedding programs: use your word processor of choice, regular 8.5 x 11 paper, landscape layout, set the page up for 2 columns. Each column will be a “page” so you have to figure how to do your columns to get your page order correct keeping in mind double-sided copying. you’ll figure it out. Type in the text (prayers, cast of characters, etc) using your font of choice.
Once you print the sheets, fold them in half and you can see how your program will look. Maybe the place you’re getting married at has an old wedding program.
Once you’re happy, print fresh sheets, take them to Kinko’s (or reasonable facsimile) and have them copy (remember double-sided) and collate the sheets on nice paper. Take your stack of sheets home, pull off a program’s worth, fold it in half and either staple the middle or use something like gold string and tie a nice little bow on the outside. Voila, you have keepsake wedding programs!
Good advice from mack - I would add to tell the copying place that they are wedding programs (you’d think they’d notice, but no, not so much), and they will do them on the good photocopier. You know, the one that doesn’t leave black blobs and lines on each copy.
Thanks, both of you. I’m going to frantically reread the Book of Common Prayer service, and try to remember where everything’s supposed to go. I think it’s processional, minister-thing about “We are gathered here…”, hymn, readings, sermon, prayers, hymn, bit where he marries us, signing the register(?), hymn, and then getting back up the aisle and out into the shower of butterflies.
Sometime after the flawer girl gets back from university next week, we’re going to have a dessert deep fry party. I’m going to go do sit-ups, now…
Oh, yeah. I have no idea where the responsorial psalm is supposed to go.
Hey good luck with the wedding and dont freak out it will be ok!
I was best man at a friends wedding a couple of months ago, I didn’t really want to do it but you cant turn it down. The day went fine and i have never been so nervy about a speach ever!! I am normally fine talking and making large crowds laugh but the fear of a best mans speach… WO MOMMA ITS BAD!
(Sigh) My maid of honour just emailed to say that she’s switched her plane ticket to the 26th, and won’t be here for Christmas. I understand- her grandparents are getting on, and it’s important for her to be with her family… but it’s too bad. I was looking forward to having her here for Christmas.
Boxing Day will be even more hectic now, too, although that’s not really important.
Lissla, the three people you need to be concerned about as regards the wedding service are God, your spouse-to-be, and yourself – IMHO, in that order. A sense of what your clergyman feels appropriate and not would be a fourth criterion partially subsumed under the first. What anybody else wants, including your mother, your bridesmaids, the etiquette books, and the mumbly old guy you passed on the street, is very much secondary to all that.
And remember that the wedding is not an end in itself: it’s the commencement of a marriage, with what that implies to you and him.
This is not a criticism of your wedding or how you’re dealing with it; it’s a request for you to keep perspective as all the small stuff keeps coming up and nipping at your ankles, from someone I hope you count as a friend.
