NotTheRock Musings

Well, as of today, we're officially thirty days away from wedded bliss. Or our wedding, anyway.

Why did I use the picture to the right? Well, if you only glanced at it, look closer -- this is one of those examples of things you just don't consider when planning a wedding. See, if you choose to do it on a beach somewhere, this is always a possibility: fat, topless tourists from Alabama. So plan accordingly.

Last night, we had our final meeting with our Pastor and he declared us fit for marriage. It made me wonder what he would say if we had totally half-assed our sessions with him and so I asked. He said he definitely would tell a couple he doesn't think they're ready to be married and that he has serious reservations about it. Evidently, he has no such reservations about us. Good to know.

We've gotten our gifts for our wedding party. We've had our final meeting with the entertainment company, which includes DJ, photographer and videographer. Watersyne has further fittings of her dress. The girls are all getting their dresses altered, where necessary, at this time. The guys.... well, as far as clothing and game-day preparation are concerned, our only responsibility is making sure we don't get so fat we can't fit into the suits we were measured for. Oh, and confirming when picking it up that it's the right tux.

We have to have final conversations with our harpist for the ceremony music, the limo company for the day's details, the reception hall for how we want things set up, set up final payments to multiple vendors, decisions about reception favors.... We're beginning to fully realize why most couples are extremely ready for their honeymoon by the time the wedding day is approaching. Oh, and on that subject, we still need to officially choose our excursions for that.

It's a full-time job, folks. But most of you reading this already know that.

Labels: stupid fat people, The Final Countdown, wedding