Pictures! Pictures! Pictures!

Hah hah, made you look. No, seriously, our wedding pictures are up online. I'm sorting through them right now. There are 892 (holy crap!) of them. Some of them are very good but I'm not going to make everyone sort through that many. So yeah, there will be a short delay. And no, I can't put a link to a picture or anything because I am limited by the photo website. Y'all have to wait until I release them to the public.

But I'm totally excited. And yes, I am trying to build the suspense. I am mean.

Feeling crafty, acknowlegements, pictures and more

In case you were wondering, our wedding photographer, Emilie has a blog. I like to think that this allows me to estimate when our wedding pictures will be available. You see, she just posted pictures from a wedding on August 9th. That means we're getting close. In the meantime, my father-in-law would like you to know that he has posted his pictures here.

Oh, yeah, Brian has been having people come by and look at the house for the purposes of home improvement. And we're still married. And our house, she will be awesome. Do you think we could gut the in-law apartment ourselves and re-do the inside? How hard could it be?

AND...Disobeying all the blogging rules, (I don't need your stinkin' rules!) I will post multiple unrelated topics all in a mishmash together. The wedding inspired me to be all crafty. I am currently working on jewelry and fabric grocery bags (because the ones we have live in Brian's car and that is kind of not useful to me when I go to the store with my car). I will someday post pictures of my crafting adventures. In the meantime, I would like to point out that many of my wedding accessories were purchased from etsy.com. I plan to make proper acknowlegements to the artists/craftspersons (whatever you want to call them) when I have proper photos, but in the meantime, isn't this bumble bee wristlet awesome?

We did it!

(Thanks to Adam for the picture)

Come early! Let me kick your ass!*

In keeping with our relaxed wedding theme, we invite you to come join us on Saturday afternoon** (weather permitting) on the lawn of the Inn for a relaxed game of "Edith is the Bride and therefore she wins!"*** Yes, I know that we're supposed to be stressed out and doing all sorts of last minute stuff and you don't believe that we can pull off this relaxed thing but (1) there are more than enough people in my family who are willing and able to stress about details and (2) we would much rather be hanging out with you and playing a nice game of croquet (or Bocci). So anyway, if you are around (like, if you are staying at the Inn) or would like to show up early to play, we would be glad to have you. So far the weather looks good (crosses fingers) and it seems a shame to have such a nice lawn and not put it to good use.

* Not literally, although I think some of you would enjoy that.
** Afternoon meaning after lunch, I guess.
*** If no one else is there we will be playing, "Brian tries to figure out how to let Edith win without letting her know that he is letting her win because when he figures that out his marital bliss is pretty much guaranteed."

For the navigationally challenged

I'm going to recap some locations and directions for you now. We sent a card with your invitation describing how to get to the Snowvillage Inn from the Boston area, but you probably lost it already, and we didn't describe the location of the 1785 Inn (Friday night dinner) or Seth's house (Sunday cookout).

First, for context, here is a Google Map that has all of the locations, with recommended driving routes between them.

Friday Night

Friday night's dinner is at the 1785 Inn. They refuse to give an actual street location on their website, saying it is at the "scenic overlook", two miles north of downtown North Conway. If you are checking into the Snowvillage Inn first, then drive north on NH Route 153 to its end at the intersection of Route 16 in Conway. If you are travelling directly from Boston, then continue north on NH Route 16 all the way to Conway.

Regardless of where you're coming from, each of these routes meet at the intersection of Route 16, Route 153, and something called West Side Road. The official routing from this intersection to the 1785 Inn is to continue north on Route 16, driving through North Conway, until you reach the Inn. This is a good choice if you enjoy sitting in traffic while looking at outlets, motels, and tourist traps. If you are feeling adventurous and/or impatient, an alternative is to take West Side Road north from the aforementioned intersection (turn left from Route 16 North, or continue straight from Route 153). After about 6 miles, you'll reach a T intersection. You can turn right to go into North Conway, and then turn left onto Route 16/302. I think this will help to bypass some of the traffic. Your mileage my vary, as they say.

On the way back from the 1785 to the Snowvillage Inn, take Route 16 south towards Conway. There is a right turn at the intersection with Route 113, then an immediate left turn onto Route 153 South. Drive south on Route 153 to Brownfield Road in Eaton, at the town beach at the north edge of the lake. Drive one mile and turn right on Stewart Road. The Snowvillage Inn is a half mile up on the right.

Sunday

It is easy to get from the Snowvillage Inn to either the golf course or to Seth's house. From the Snowvillage Inn, head back to Eaton and Route 153 South. Drive south on Route 153 until you reach the intersection at Route 25, with the flashing traffic light. This is 10 miles from the corner of Brownfield Road.

From here, if you are going to Seth's house, continue straight across Route 25 onto Green Mountain Road. Drive 4.9 miles on Green Mountain Road. Just past the intersection with Elm Street (on the right, mile 4.8) is number 44 on the left, a white house with a big white barn. Park in the driveway, (we have proven it can fit something like 8 or 10 cars). If it is somehow full, presumably the street is OK at this time of year.

If you are going to golf, turn left at the flashing light onto Route 25 East/153 South. Drive one mile and turn right onto Route 153 south. Drive about a half mile and admire the tornado damage from July 24. Then drive approximately 8.5 miles to Province Lake Golf Club.

I haven't worked out the drive from the golf club to Seth's house, but several of us will have GPS systems and we should be able to follow each other.

No. We are not freaking out.

Well, I can say definitively that I'm not freaking out and Brian shows no outward signs of doing so. Since I've never actually known him to be able to HIDE his freaking out, I have to assume he is not doing so.

I'm kind of finding it funny how everybody assumes everything is a much bigger deal than we think it is (not that we don't think getting married isn't a big deal, we just doing appear to think that putting together a wedding has to be). Like, the woman at the Inn who is going to do my hair (yes, we are back to the hair. I never really got the hang of the rollers. Also, I'm lazy.) I got an email asking me for a picture so that she could figure out how long my hair is, if I had any pictures of styles I liked etc., etc. Also, could I please bring along any colors of makeup since she might use that along with what she has. I have a couple things to answer to that. (1) By "do my hair" I kind of mean, "make sure it doesn't do the annoying thing it has a habit of doing which is to be both frizzy and flat at the same time." (Seriously. How unfair is that? It's doing it RIGHT NOW.) Also, I am supposed to have multiple colors of makeup? Because I only have the one color. It matches my skin. It probably wouldn't match my skin if I ever got tan, but I don't because me and the sun, we have an agreement.

Which brings me to my final rambling thought. What happens to brides who get married in the middle of the day in strapless dresses? Do they put sunblock on? I would think that sunblock and wedding dress fabric would have some sort of chemical reaction. As it is, all I have to worry about is that my whiteness will blind my guests.

Sunday, Sunday, SUNDAY!

(read your email)