After our second wedding in as many weekends, I am really starting to feel the pinch. So many details, potential problems, right timings…and comparisons! What if my raging dance party isn’t as fun as the raging dance party we just went to? What if random people jump up and start giving toasts (we heard eleven in the past 9 days)? I will just die. Literally die. Well, you know. There are myriad other worse things that could go wrong that I would actually die from, but you get my drift.I feel confident we have the details under control—read: we know what the details are. Getting them to exist correctly, that’s another story. As we peered around the tents, secretly measured the dance floors, and mentally catalogued the awesomeness of music, I started to realize how soon our date is coming. I’m not just a lucky guest, I’m a lucky engaged guest. Yikes! Luckily I am uber-organized (and anal) so nothing (yet) surprised me out of nowhere. None of my ideas were shot to hell, yet. We’ll see how calm I am on Saturday morning when something dumb happens like the paper lanterns won’t hang straight. Bridezilla will not die until she falls asleep a married woman. Oy.
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