I prepared. I read blog posts with tips about how to negotiate the shit storm of information and solicitation one would encounter. I put together a BINDER with TABS and POUCHES.
I brought a pen, you guys.
I had a super brief shopping list of vendors to check out because, lo and behold, I had actually broken my lifelong tradition of procrastinating everything to the last effing day/week/month, and found myself ahead of my planning schedule.
What I needed:
- A DJ
- A Florist
- To sample all of the caterers even though I already had a caterer
What I left with:
- A string quartet for the ceremony that I never even knew I needed/wanted/could afford
- A lot of business cards
- A desperate and irrational need for one of these dumb but awesome shirts.
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| I KNOW. So basic, but GIMMEGIMMEGIMME. |
I made it about 1/3 of the way through the vendors before I had my meltdown. It was one I had needed to have for weeks… one that for many people would have been preempted by simply asking their loved ones for help.
Being an unintentionally dramatic sort… I decided to go with my tried and true technique of bottling things up until I explode.
As I always say "If it ain’t broke… don’t try to resolve it without causing a scene!"
My aunt and my mom were great. They pulled me aside, listened to my barrage of “But WHOs? But HOWs? But WHENNNs?” and calmly reassured me that all of these things would be figured out and taken care of and that I had plenty of help. I would not spend my wedding away running around the reception space setting up elaborate centerpieces and trying to paint my dog’s toenails. (Note to self: Add ‘Ask father to paint dog’s toenails’ to to-do list).
Because, you know, it is all going to get done. And it’s going to be awesome and now that things are coming together and I can anticipate what it’s going to look/be/feel like to have my friends and family surrounding me when I marry my favorite being in the entire universe… well… I seriously can’t wait, you guys!
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