man, it’s so crazy how the little things are what kill you.
everybody always talks about how wonderful thier wedding was, or how wonderful yours is going to be when you have it, but nobody tells you what a nightmare it is planning it. and it’s not the major things, either. it’s the little things: the seating arrangement; the decorations on the table; the gifts to the groomsmen, parents, brides maids, and anybody else; the way your hair is done, and i’m a guy; and everything else that i have forgotten, and won’t remember until it’s too late.
everybody also always asks me if i’m getting nervous… nervous? who has time to be nervous, i have to crop pictures for the seating arrangement cards, print them, buy the wine, get my hair done, pick up the engravings, get the rings, clean the hot tub, build a deck, bolt down the canopies, give my two cents on the decorations, help with the dinnerware, buy some serving platters, build a playlist, figure out where the speakers are going, edit the song for ‘the walk’, burn the cd, buy some speaker wire for the deck speakers, mow the lawn, make the rehearsal dinner, and on and on and on.
holy crap.
ask me how it was when i get back…
i’ll tell you it was wonderful, wink, and leave it at that.