Hey, I’m glad that you are on edge! It’s a good sign that you understand the importance of marriage!
I can vividly recall the jitters and not knowing if this was the right thing to do during the summer of '64. I think it probably was, as I fully expect to be sitting over dinner in a resturant with my wife tonight, and I know that we will have lots to say to each other.
Hugs to you…and hang in there.
BTW, the important thing is that you are getting married. Doesn’t matter about the music or the guests or whatever (my wife disagrees with me on this…she says it does, because its “her wedding”)…but in reality, it will all turn out great, and you will remember very little!
(Or was that the shock of getting married that caused my partial amnesia?)
Or have Kinko’s fold and staple for you in the store. It saved Scott and I a lot of time and stress. I have it on good authority that their prices are not locked – they can bring them down if you ask.
Another suggestion: make a list of all the photos you want taken on the wedding day. The photographer will probably take a bunch of standard shots of you/groom/weddingparty/immediatefamily, but if you want some with extended family, you’ll want to ask. Make the list a few days before hand, and give to him the morning of. I really should have done this. Now I have lovely pictures of me and Scott, but none of my grandparents or Aunts/Uncles.
And I’ll write to my weatherman to tell him that Toronto does not need snow on the 26[sup]th[/sup]. That should take care of everything! 
Thanks, everyone! You’re all being so sweet! Well, except for welby…
I went lingere shopping with my mother today. It was a weird experience- mom’s very good at both sarcasm and irony, and it was especially odd because a little while ago, she gave me a big lecture about how married women are never supposed to look sexy, especially for their husbands. I did not buy anything pink or frilly. They had a nice vinyl corset, but I thought it was more club wear than lingere.
I think the thing that prompted the lecture was a just-before-going-out-clubbing outfit. No, I don’t have pictures of what I was wearing.
Thanks for the reminder, Polycarp. The night before the wedding we’re going to have all of our friends who’ve flown in over to my parent’s house for takeout, and I’m expecting an impromptu prayer meeting. Stuff like that happens around our close friends. It’s one of the reasons we love them so much. It’ll probably get sandwiched in between arguing with the serious Cartesian and listening to people recite poetry until goodness-knows-what-time. Yay T.S.Eliot, W. H. Auden and Dylan Thomas!
We’re taking the marriage much more seriously than the wedding- although it’s been difficult, when the wedding’s so bloody much hassle. Argh. Still hanging in there.
There was supposed to be a after welby. Oh, well. Ups the post count, I guess.
Right 20 days, now. Snow check: none, yet, but it’s cold and blustery.
I was in Chinatown yesterday, and forgot to order the live carp! Drat. I’ll have to remember next time.
I’m still remarkably calm, although I’m having doubts about living with Mr. Lissar’s cat. Bailey (the cat) has taken to tap-dancing around the apartment at 4:00 a.m. Anyone know anything about cat discipline? I’m pretty sure it’s impossible, but I’d like to try…
cat discipline: a process by which a human is trained to respond to a cat’s needs.
The least you could do is buy a small spotlight to shine on him when he’s dancing.
I highly recommend the laid-back Key West wedding (a little too late for you, LL, but to others).
How to have the perfect wedding. First tell EVERYONE they aren’t invited. Thats everyone. You will have a party/reception when you get back. Go to St. Kitts. On Monday, you go to a planning service and pick out what you want (location, type of wedding, cake, flowers, etc) from a 3 ring binder. Get driven to the Magistrate’s house (don’t forget to visit with his 100 year old mother on the porch) to have him sign the papers. Go back to the planners’ office and write a check for about $1000. By now its near noon, and you have spend an interminable 3 hours planning your wedding. Time for Pina Coladas and more beach time. Sometime mid afternoon on Wednesday you must peel yourself off the beach, get dressed and call the driver to take you to the plantation. Everything is prepared, you take your pictures, you get married to the sweet sound of singing frogs serenading you (plus the occasional MOOO that always is a hit with those watching your video). Top it all off with an incredible sunset over the ocean and some more pictures and you have the perfect, hassle free wedding including a week’s vacation for under $5000. If anyone needs more details, just let me know.
Whoa. Cool. Unfortunately, it’s a bit late.
I’ve got a lot of leftover pearls I didn’t use on my headpiece or my bridesmaid’s necklaces. They’re pretty decent freshwater ones. Maybe I’ll make myself a chain belt, if I’ve got time. Always elaborate on a perfectly decent design, you know.
Ah, you’re supposed to let yourself go after you get married?
A tap dancing cat? Hey-he can provide entertainment!
Alright, I’m posting again. It’s Wednesday the 11th, so it’s 2 weeks til Christmas. That means I have about one week of “free” time left to finish all my Christmas and wedding stuff. The dress is being drycleaned, we’ve booked our second hotel (for the 2nd through the 8th) and worked out a food budget. Now the hard part starts: packing.
I have emptied out the top drawer in my sewing-and-costume chest of drawers. Aaaugh. I think I’ll just leave all my things and start again with a clean slate. So far, I have excavated:
3 pairs of vintage kid gloves, one black, two white.
About 20 homemade patterns for things from 12 to 1850’s century clothing.
4 antique beaded evening purses.
3 beaded hip scares and 2 finished hip belts, for bellydance.
2 half-finished dresses and one skirt that I’m altering.
My finger cymbals.
A bag full of silk scraps for quilting.
2 quilting hoops.
That’s the first drawer. Wait till I I get to the second, which has my really vintage stuff- the things that are 1920’s and before- in it. Or when I clean my desk.
Anyone want to do this for me?
Aaaugh.
I hate moving. I really, really hate it.