Sunday, January 31, 2010

Tuxedo tales, vol. 1

Yesterday, Jon and I made a trip to the mall for a "freeview" of Jon's wedding tux at Savvi Formalwear. The visit was a productive one, though perhaps not in the best ways -- we learned that Jon had been measured incorrectly and that the original vest we selected was, how you say, unattractive. Oh, and the whole suit was pretty ill-fitting. It could certainly have been worse, but I wasn't sure it deserved to be Jon's most-photographed outfit. Check it out:

Tux with original vest -- we swapped for a lower-cut one. Good call.

Poorly tailored suits are a real pet peeve of mine -- especially when a guy is supposed to be looking sharp -- so I was being picky (as well I should). I asked the guy helping Jon if there was any way to make the pants less dumpy looking, because they were pretty huge from the back and sides, though they look OK from the front. He said he'd take him down a size. When I asked if the jacket might not be a bit long, the dude snapped back at me, "Well, the short would be way too short." Well, no, it wouldn't have been... but it was clear that we had reached the limits of customer service with this particular salesman.

Upon leaving the store, Jon was distressed -- he said the tux felt fine, but he could tell I wasn't thrilled about it, and he thought my distaste for his attire would ruin our pictures/wedding day for me. I assured him that wouldn't be the case, and that I certainly didn't want to make him buy a new tuxedo if he was content. After all, he doesn't get a say in what I'm wearing for the wedding!

But it did get me thinking: Why do men usually rent tuxedos -- a fairly useful thing to have in one's closet -- and women instead purchase wedding dresses -- a garment that is generally worn just once? (Some people do rent wedding dresses, but that's mostly just the super high-end ones, I think.) I'm not saying that guys never buy -- I've read plenty of blogs about dudes buying suits and less formal things. But wouldn't it make more sense for it to be the other way around, or at least for it to be customary for a groom to buy some wedding day finery, as the bride does? Is it just that guys don't give a shit? Even girls who don't give a shit get dresses, though...

I mentioned this to Jon as we drove home from the mall. Once we got home, I emailed the photos I had taken to his mom so she could weigh in. As you may imagine, the tuxedo story does not end here... but you'll have to wait to hear the rest, because this post is already too damn long.

What do you think -- should guys shell out like the ladies to look their best for the big day?

Saturday, January 30, 2010

junk (food) mail

Every couple of weeks I'll get a letter or an advertisement in my mailbox from some obscure Atlanta wedding vendor trying to drum up some business. (I went to one of those cheesy bridal expos back in June, so I assume these local folks are getting my address from the form I had to fill out to get into that.) A lot of times if it's obvious that I'm not interested, I'll just recycle it, but today I had a letter from Suburban Rental, which I thought perhaps could be related to trolley dude #2 , so I opened it.

"They say 'The Early Bird Gets the Worm,'" it reads. "I'm not sure why anyone would want a worm but I don't want to get in trouble with whoever 'They' is. So, here's a worm. But, just in case you'd rather have something else for being early, How about up to 40% off rentals for your wedding or reception?"

GOO! Somebody STAPLED A GUMMI WORM to this mailing. Just let that sink in for a sec...

Yeah. Having been a couple of days in the mail (although, now that I look I don't see a postmark over the wonkily applied stamps, so there's no telling), poor Mr. Gummi Worm had been flattened and appeared slightly crusty. What are the dudes at this rental company thinking?? Do they expect prospective clients to be like, "Sweet! Free gummi worm! Thanks, guys!"? I mean, yes, it got my attention... but mostly because it's bizarre. Not to mention it's a terrible abuse of delicious snacks. And what about that poor gunky stapler?

The funny thing is, while the fliers in the mailing were pretty ghetto, their website is fairly legit. But for me, the gummi worm sealed their fate. That and the following copy (verbatim) from their flier:
Our slogan is: Those guys Rent Everything! That's because our customers kept telling us "You guys rent everything".

Friday, January 29, 2010

low-cost, high-tastiness valentine's plan

Jon and I tossed around the idea of skipping Valentine's Day this year what with all of the wedding to-do, but there is simply no way I can pass this up...

A candlelit white(vinyl)-tablecloth dinner at Waffle House! We actually did this last year -- we used the holiday as an excuse to buy ourselves a Wii, so we figured we shouldn't break the bank on a fancy meal as well -- and it was totally awesome. We got special valentiney Waffle House buttons AND a complimentary commemorative photograph, in addition to a delicious breakfast-for-dinner. What more do you need?

If you want to see if a WaHo near you will be getting gussied up for Valentine's Day, here's a list of participating locations. Otherwise, they just reintroduced Waffle House e-cards to their website, so you can send your buddies waffley valentines. Almost as good as a real waffle... OK, not at all. But still. NOM.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

she's a maaaniac, maaaaaniac

I just want to say that I have been an emailing, appointment-making, troubleshooting MACHINE in the past week. Since last weekend, I have scheduled the following:
And it's only Thursday! I'm hoping to firm up a meeting with the lighting contractor and to get a reservation link from the third hotel where we'll have a block of rooms today. Hopefully having all of these things set now will make my life easier in the coming months...

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

another meeting and some questions for y'all!

Last night Mom and I had a very productive meeting with the lovely Ashley Baber, our day-of coordinator. (Jon came along too, but he was mostly bored. What can I say? We spent a lot more time talking about bridal underthings and makeup and hair appointment scheduling than on the reception layout... so it goes.) During the course of this meeting, I learned many new and pertinent things! Among them were:

1. For our big peace-out at the end of the reception at Puritan Mill, we can choose one of the following:
a) Bubbles
b) Light-colored rose petals
c) Sparklers. Maybe. It depends how they're feeling that day.
2. Hand-canceling is something that post offices in Atlanta will happily do for me when I go to mail my invitations. All I have to do is drop them off and ask nicely! I was under the impression from the blogs that I would have to beg and plead and they would begrudgingly hand over a stampy thing and direct me to a musty corner where I would go to work. We concluded that this method was actually probably illegal.

3. Having bra cups sewn into one's wedding dress is a popular and recommended choice, even for busty people. Is this true, brides of the blogosphere? I'm concerned, but willing to try it if the method has a track record of support and success.

As is often the case, this new knowledge brought up some questions in my mind, and with those I turn to you, wise readers. What would you pick to have tossed/waved/blown at you at the end of a rockin' wedding reception? (Confetti was my first choice, but no dice.) Also, anyone who has had experience wearing dresses with cups sewn in... doable or dangerous? Please advise!

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Old-Timey Tuesday: impossibly awesome sneak peek

Dear readers (all ten of you), today you are in for a real treat! I've got a handful of photos from my maternal grandparents' November 23, 1946 wedding to share with you. I've only got a few scanned images at the moment, but I hope to have a box full of wedding and other pictures of them in a couple of weeks, so I'm going to try to ration these until I have more old-timey photos to share. Without further ado, here's the happy couple:

Emily Jean Reeves Abernathy, 20, and Fred Robert Abernathy, 25

Monday, January 25, 2010

plates for printing!

I rushed home from work today because I knew I'd be getting a very important package in the mail -- my letterpress plates! Sure enough, when I got home I found a large envelope on the steps just inside the door, where our landlord puts our packages if he's in his home office when they arrive. (There was also a box from Jon's mom that contained two huge jars of tomato sauce that came out of her garden. Bonus!) Inside the envelope I found two layers of wooden blocks taped to and sandwiched between pieces of sturdy cardboard.

I snipped through the tape with my scissors, unstacked the layers, and pulled each block carefully off of the packing tape. They look great! Here is the whole "suite"of plates for my friend's wedding (because I don't want to ruin my reveal, but will totally share hers. Not that this gives you a lot.):

And here's her main invitation, up close:

As you can see, it's all backwards on the plate so it will print forwards on the paper. (For the record, making plates is so much easier than hand-setting tiny pieces of type in reverse order! Though definitely not as economical.) Last but not least, here is a sneak preview of the plates I ordered for my invitations:

This is what I'll use to make our thank-you notes. You'll recognize the font from our save-the-dates. No secret there.

Huge Relief No. 1: I did not manage to screw up the size, scaling, layout or spelling on any of these plates. OH THANK GOD. As many times as I looked at these things, I was bound to go error-blind at some point -- fortunately that didn't happen before I sent my files away.

I'll have to wait until a week from Thursday for (hopefully) Huge Relief No. 2, wherein I discover that the fonts my friend and I selected all ink and press evenly onto the page. I'll admit I'm a bit nervous about the veeery skinny hairlines on my scripty font, but I'm thinking positive thoughts.

Yesterday I went through my required studio orientation, so now that I have my plates I'm all ready to go. I've blocked out next Thursday evening after work and then the entire weekend worth of open studio hours for printing. Let the DIY craziness begin!

Friday, January 22, 2010

4 months! 120 days!

Today we hit the 4-month mark, and the lovely round number of 120 days until our wedding day. Holy crap! That's pretty much all I have to say about that.

In addition to reminding me how quickly the big day is approaching, made sure to tell me that I should book my honeymoon soon. Funny, Jon and I were just talking about that! We're set on going to Montreal and Quebec City, and we had a kind of come-to-Jesus talk over dinner last week about whether or not we can afford to do so based on our paychecks and our bank accounts at this point in time. We concluded that we should be able to make the trip happen, so now we need to get on it! (Of course, we're hoping that some wedding gifts will help us offset costs, but one can't rely on such things -- plus, we'll have to pay a lot of it up front.) I'm adding research research research to the household agenda for the weekend.

Other items on's 4-months-out to-do list include finding the guest book and selecting a song for our first dance. The former is underway (lotssss of scanning -- I mentioned in an earlier post that I am stealing this idea) and the latter is D-O-N-E done. Unless we change our minds, but we picked it forever ago, so I think we're good with it. I'll tell y'all about it later, because the songs deserve their own post!

So, four months out and things are looking pretty good. I've got a lot of meetings lined up and emails out to check in with all of our vendors, so it seems as though I'm still on top of things. Cross your fingers that things keep going smoothly for me, especially with my big invitation-printing adventure coming up soon!

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Meeting with the minister

As I mentioned before, yesterday Jon and I had our first premarital meeting with the pastor who will be officiating our ceremony. We'll have a total of three of these quasi-counseling sessions before we get hitched, and the first of these was basically dedicated to getting to know each other.

We started out with how we met, and how each of us got to Syracuse in the first place, and then talked about how our relationship evolved out of our friendship and where it went from there. We talked about when we started discussing marriage between ourselves, and how and when we knew we wanted to get married. (This part of the conversation also covered the trials and tribulations of graduating, moving and finding jobs, which put the brakes our early marriage talk in a big way.) Then Rev. Burns asked each of us to tell him what we loved about the other person. I got to go first, but I still felt compelled to interject when Jon was talking because I had forgotten something. Way to be on your best behavior for the preacher, self! I mentally kicked myself for that one on the drive home.

After that, Rev. Burns talked about a few things that he feels are important in a marriage: that we are friends, that we feel pride in being with/chosen by the other, that when we fight (or disagree) we do so fairly, and that we feel a spark with one another. (Is it bad that we struggled to recall those four things? It's probably good that I'm blogging about this!) He then went on to introduce the idea of Christian marriage, and talked about how our ceremony is in fact a worship service. We talked about our respective faith backgrounds and perspectives and about potential ways to incorporate spirituality/faith into our life together.

I'm probably missing a few things, but all of that could easily fill an hour, so maybe I got it right. At the end of our meeting Rev. Burns gave us each a large manila envelope containing a photocopied "Premarriage Awareness Inventory," a nine-page multiple-choice questionnaire that we were to answer independently without discussing. We'll turn these in and he'll score them somehow, and we'll go over our forms at the next meeting, I think. Jon and I both finished the assessments tonight. There were a few topics covered in them that we probably need to discuss further, but mostly what I was bothered by when I was filling out the form was how crappily worded the questions were. Watch my overthinking put our grade in the tank!

Anyhoo, we left the meeting feeling good and not at all intimidated or scared or uncomfortable. Jon likes Rev. Burns a lot, as do I, and we both appreciated all of the things he had to say about marriage. Next time should be interesting... I'll be sure to let you know how we did on our test!

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Old-Timey Tuesday: Another take on '70s bridal

Jon's lovely mother was another 1970s bride -- 1976, to be specific. Last week's Old-Timey Tuesday post showcased Jon's dad in his ├╝ber-seventies wedding finery, so this post is a counterpart to that one. In fact, one of the pictures of Susan that I scanned in is basically a mirror image of the photo I shared last week. One imagines that the two shots of the pensive nearly-weds might have been displayed in a double frame... no doubt that's what the photographer had in mind. Anyway, I digress. Let's have a look-see:

Don't you just love how the picture aged? Too awesome. The colors are a bit wonky though, so I'll share the clean copy of the same picture I also came across:

I think Susan was just 22 -- maybe even 21? -- at the time of the wedding. Crazy! She looks so young in these photos. Like my mom and aunt, Susan had ribbons on her bouquet, wore her hair long and down, and chose white and yellow flowers. (See the ring on her right hand? That's now my engagement ring. How awesome is that?) You can also see some of the pretty detailing on her dress, which has a slightly open neckline. Susan's bridal portraits give a better picture of the full ensemble:

When my mom first saw this, she pointed out that Susan wore the same style veil as she had -- long and attached to a juliet cap. Their dresses, too, are similar, though Susan's style has a more open neckline and flowy sleeves.

While all of these dresses -- Mom's, Aunt Connie's, Susan's -- can definitely be placed in a certain time period, I've yet to see any '70s wedding dresses that rival '70s tuxedos in terms of sheer tackiness/awfulness/ridiculousness. I guess the tables turned and the women were the crazy-looking ones in the '80s and early '90s? Or maybe I just know tasteful people? Not sure...


I just submitted my invitation files to Owosso Graphic Arts, Inc. to be turned into letterpress plates! (Also included in this massive order are plates for my bride buddy Shelley, a high school friend, who is getting hitched the weekend before I am and whose invitations I am also printing!) I am desperately hoping I didn't screw anything up and that the plates will come back perfect and ready to burn up the press. Maybe I'll even get them in time to try one out at my studio orientation next Sunday! More on this later, but I just had to share -- this is a HUGE step in the process done! Design finalized, plates ordered. Glory!

Monday, January 18, 2010

odds & ends to start the week

I realized earlier today that I hadn't posted anything since that ridiculous bridal bikini and that picture has been at the top of the blog for days now... sorry about that. I was also warned by my sister not to post such things unless I wanted them to turn up at my lingerie shower/bachelorette party. Duly noted!

Since it's late in the evening, I'm just going to share a list of some weddingish things I accomplished over the long weekend:
  • I set up an appointment for my first dress fitting! It's four weeks from tomorrow... that means I have four weeks to get back on some sort of wagon and have something to show for it. Willpower! Motivation! Bring it on! (Please?)
  • I finally baked up a batch of shamrock shake (aka vanilla mint) cupcakes, which I think I blogged about many moons ago when writing about wedding cake flavors. Tasty, but definitely not wedding-cake material. This also marked the inaugural use of my totally awesome stand mixer!
  • I bought a crapton of blank cards and envelopes so I can print thank-yous first thing once I get into the letterpress studio.
  • I started scanning in my collection of ticket stubs for what I hope will be an excellent and affordable guest book (idea stolen from Jesse & Deanna). I've got a long way to go, but I'm glad to have gotten underway!
  • Mom talked to the family friends who have offered to host parties/showers for me and made progress toward nailing down dates.
Tomorrow, Jon and I have our first meeting with the minister who will be marrying us. I sort of know him already through my church choir job, and Jon has met him once or twice, so we've got the initial stuff out of the way. I'm really looking forward to it, and I think Jon is too. I can't remember what we will do/discuss in this meeting, but I'll be sure to post about it!

Thursday, January 14, 2010


While perusing the Victoria's Secret semi-annual sale online tonight, I clicked into their "bridal" section and saw this:

This is the "bridal bikini," aka a pair of sheer underwear with a long veil attached to the butt. Exsqueeze me? A-baking powder? In what world does this make any sense? Epic fun-lingerie FAIL.

The Cat Lady Registry

So, registries are basically wish lists, right? Not everything has to be practical, and it's socially acceptable to sprinkle in a few aspirational items here and there, just as long as it's reasonably clear you've got your head on straight. That being the case, this morning I finally added this to our catchall Wishpot registry:

What is that? you might be asking yourself. Well, let me tell you! It's a $180 litter box called the ModKat. That's right. One hundred eighty dollars. And I want it! Apparently it's a revolution in cat sanitation. No more litter on the floor! No more ill-fitting disposable litterbox liners! No more apartment shopping based on litterbox placement options! This thing apparently solves all the woes of the cat-owning world in one sleek high-design swoop. (Except for the hairballs. And the random puking. Oh well.) Let's have another look:

Ah yes, I forgot to mention that the ModKat comes in five fashionable colors to suit your decor. (None of which are the unsightly metallic purple of my current litter box. Thankfully.)

Now, doesn't that cat look happy? I know this is a bit of a stretch for the registry, but who knows, maybe there is a closet cat lady among the ranks of the invited who will think this is the best invention since sliced bread and buy it for us. Here's hoping!

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

songs in the key of kickass

So, you may have gathered by now that Jon and I both are musically inclined. As such, it follows that we should want to have a musically kickass wedding, right? Obviously!

Fortunately, as a choir section leader and soloist at the church where we're getting married, I'm in good with the music department. I chatted with the organist/music director tonight after choir rehearsal, just to feel things out, and was thrilled to discover that he is totally on board with playing awesome impressionistic French organ music/things that aren't customarily played at weddings. Better still, I got the green light to include a lovely vocal setting of an e. e. cummings poem, to be sung by my voice teacher from my grad school days.

Now we just need to research excellent organ (and a little bit of vocal) repertoire so that when we have our official music meeting we can compare lists and come up with a totally sweet program for organ, a few soloists, and maybe a trumpet. Although I don't yet know what all will be included, I know our music will be totally badass. Guests, take note, and plan to catch the prelude!

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Old-Timey Tuesday: While we're on the topic of awesome tuxedos...

I think I mentioned that, while in Idaho, I did some digging through Jon's mom's stash of family photos. While I left her wedding album intact, the photos from the event that were floating free among the rest of the pictures I took as fair game and brought home to scan. As a result, I have perhaps The Best 1970s Wedding Tuxedo I Have Ever Seen to share with you today:

1976, folks. A very good year for matrimonial menswear. There is a picture of Jon's dad with his groomsmen in the album, and I have to say, five of these cream-and-brown ensembles lined up is a sight to behold. In seriousness, though, I really like this picture -- the soft natural light, the groovy floral curtains, the velvet bow tie, the foam-tiled church ceiling. I can totally see where Jon got his nice curly hair, too, though I don't think he'll ever be able to wear a mustache like his dad did. Check back next week for the bride's version of this photo and more!

the light at the end of the guest-list tunnel...

It's so close, yet so far away! I'm in the home stretch of address-foraging, and as soon as I have this final wave of information in the system I can get the save-the-dates fully out the door and be done with it. Sweet Jesus this stuff is stressful! OOF.

another blogging bungle

I must have some seriously bad blogging karma going on these days. What the hell? I just got an email from Trolley Guy saying that someone else snatched the date right out from under me... I guess their payment came in before mine. (In the same hour, I'm told, but just before mine. Drat!) I wish I had known someone else was after the trolley on that day -- I would have acted more swiftly! Alas, not much to be done at this point. Wah-wahh.

So, back to the drawing board it is. Transportation is back on the master to-do list. Trolley Guy is checking with another local trolley service to see if they're free for our date and says he will transfer my deposit to them if they are, which is a start... but still. BOO.

Monday, January 11, 2010

PANIC: damage control

It has been brought to my attention that my previous panicky post about a too-long guest list has been misunderstood by a few parties who happen to read this blog, so I wanted to take a moment to clarify.

If you received a save-the-date, we would be thrilled if you saw fit to spend time and money on coming to celebrate with us. I have made a particularly concerted effort to avoid extending invitations that would be insincere, because I dislike insincerity very much. On the other side of that coin, there are many more friends with whom we would love to party but simply and sadly cannot accommodate due to budget constraints. Rather than try to engineer the desired outcome, Mom and I decided to invite everyone on the most recent iteration of the list (instead of stressing out about trying to cut it down even more) and let things settle out themselves. We're optimistic like that.

I think pretty much anyone who has been through this process will agree that there is always more family than you think, and also that, at some point, lines need to be drawn, no matter how large or small the wedding. This whole guest-listing process is really stressful for a people-pleaser like me... hence the PANIC. (Anybody with me on that? Oy!) Sorry for any confusion/disappointment I have inadvertently caused along the way.

Alles klar?

clang clang clang

Y'all know what that means, right? Yep, over the weekend I booked the ceremony-to-reception transport for us, our folks and the wedding party, and it's a trolley! (If you don't get the reference, a) Really? and b) check it out here.)

I thought that this late in the game (relatively speaking) I'd have some trouble finding a reasonable vehicle at a reasonable rate, but sure enough, my first choice came through, and at a totally feasible price. We booked a charming 30-seat open-air trolley named Annabel through the Trolley Guy at Georgia Trolley Services. Here she is:

Ooh! Ahh! Check out the lovely white oak interior as well...

photos courtesy of

Jerry Moore (aka the Trolley Guy), who runs Georgia Trolley Services, also links to a wedding photographer's blog that has a few different views of the interior of the trolley. It's really pretty! I'm glad I didn't have to resort to booking a limo-bus because I don't particularly care for them, and they're probably way more expensive. I think this definitely fits our personalities and the overall aesthetic that's taking shape. Wohoo!

So that's one more thing to check off the list. (I actually was able to do a fair amount of checking-off over the weekend, which always feels good.) Now we just have to figure out how we're getting from the reception to wherever we're staying afterwards...

Thursday, January 7, 2010


I forgot to mention it before, so I'll do it now... looky what I got for Christmas!

Santa bypassed the registry and combined a few discounts and free shipping on Amazon to get a great deal on the fancy limited edition mixer. (He's a smart shopper, that Santa.) I also got a SideSwipe spatula mixer blade to go with it -- this year's BeaterBlade, I guess. Wahoo! Now I just need to find the right recipe with which to christen my pretty pretty mixer. Any suggestions?

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

rings: check!

Yesterday after work, Jon and I returned to Solomon Brothers to pick up our wedding rings. We're in the midst of a frigid spell here in Atlanta so the rings were a little loose, but come May they should fit perfectly.

I'll try taking pictures again (especially of my two rings together) when there's some natural light to help out, but this will do for now. Aren't they pretty?

I learned today that, since we bought our rings from Solomon Brothers, the store will engrave them (block letters only) for free. I feel like we should at least have the date engraved, maybe our initials, for posterity. Jon is pretty ambivalent about it, but it's free, so why not? It's an easy way to remember an anniversary, if nothing else.

I had hoped I could think of something touching and pithy to put in Jon's ring, but so far nothing has come to me. (At least nothing that's not in the form of a stupid movie quote.) Ah well, there's still time... What would/will/did you engrave inside of your wedding rings?

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Old-Timey Tuesday: What's the matter, Colonel Sanders?

Along with the formal photos from last week's post, Aunt Connie sent me the following picture from her and Uncle Dave's wedding reception:

Needless to say, I demanded immediate explanation. Uncle Dave obliged, so here it is, straight from the horse's mouth:

Aunt Connie delegated the KFC response to me, although as an actor in the drama, so to speak, my knowledge base is pretty sparse.

What I remember is that one of my alleged "friends" thought that I looked like Colonel Sanders in my white suit. At that time, he (or an actor portraying him) was a fixture on TV commercials for Kentucky Fried Chicken. Sometime between the wedding and the reception, this "friend" stopped by the local KFC and asked for an empty bucket. It was presented to me at the reception, whereupon I posed with it for the cameras. I think that picture was actually taken by your grandfather, as were many of the photos in our wedding album. I now don't remember who provided the bucket, but suspicion would fall on the two women in the background of the photo, both of whom were law school classmates and would have been quite capable of the gesture.

I still have the white suit (although I am sure that it is a little dingy with age, as am I).

Over Christmas with his extended family, Uncle Dave mentioned he had sent me this photo and learned from his mom and sister that it was actually a family friend and mentor who obtained the KFC bucket on the way from the wedding to the reception. The employees gave the guy a grease-free bucket gratis when they heard what it was for.

And now, for the sake of comparison, here is the spry old Colonel himself:

What do you think? Aside from the bow tie (and the super-oldness), we may have a match!

Monday, January 4, 2010


Though a mild panic and a fair amount of address-gathering continue, I've heard from a bunch of folks throughout the day as they check their mail and find our save-the-date postcard in the mix. Wahoo! It's pretty exciting, I admit, and temporarily makes me forget the knots in my stomach about numbers and lists and things like that.

Sunday, January 3, 2010


So, I mentioned before that Mom and I have both avoided looking at the numbers on the guest list recently, and it turns out that there is a good reason for that because they are WHOA too high. CRAPPP. Not much to be done about it now, though, as the save-the-dates are already on their way, save a dozen or so. All I can say is that we made our best effort to find the intersection of including everybody and being able to afford the bar tab... so I hope it comes out right in the end. I suppose I can go on and start praying for the RSVP gods to smile upon us and sort things out in a party- and budget-friendly way. Maybe the couple extra months of guest-list worry will pay off?