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)

Ahem

Invitations people (puts hands on hips and taps foot impatiently). I mean, for heaven's sake, there is a stamp and everything. All you have to do is check a box and drop it in the mail. Seriously, if you are THAT lazy, drop me an email with your menu choice. PLEASE.

P.S. Did you know that "Nag's head" is apparently a popular pub name?

More invitation clarifications

I was thinking this morning about the invitations that have come back and it occurred to me to clarify (some more). If it isn't clear from your invitation, if you have a significant other who you'd like to bring (even if they aren't explicitly mentioned) they are invited. This only applies to about three people, but I thought I'd mention it. Just write us a note on the reply card and indicate which two entrees you want. Now I'm going to nag. Send reply cards now. NOW. No procrastinating!

Party at Edith and Brian's House!

If anyone (else) was thinking of getting us an outdoor table and chairs for a wedding present (I can hear a couple people saying, "I wish I had thought of that" right now) it's too late. Thanks to Mike and Jayson for the excellent gift! Now everyone come over to our house for cocktails on the back "deck" (I'm working on that one. Maybe we'll build it out next summer.)

Invitations are out

They should arrive soon in the mail. Thanks to Kirsten for making them as fast as she possibly could even while suffering from pregnancy-brain. AND for mailing them out.

You will have a choice of entree for dinner. Because we are not all that organized and we are lazy and/or unable to make decisions, it will ask if you would like "fish," "beef," or "vegetarian". I know that is not very descriptive so I will attempt to elaborate. The fish is likely to be something like red snapper with mango coconut salsa (OK, so it probably will be exactly that, because that sounds good.) Beef means tenderloin (I think? I don't know. I'm not eating that) and vegetarian will probably be some sort of mushroom pasta thing (Porticini mushroom pouch?). Choose wisely.

Cake is good

As many of you know, my mother is a Celiac. One of the only wedding requests she made (well, besides you know, wanting me to HAVE a wedding) is that she wanted to have a cake she could eat. So began the great cake search of 2008. Well, I exaggerate. The cake search really consisted of my mom saying, "hey, there is this woman in Arlington who makes gluten-free cakes!" And me responding, "OK! lets go taste some cake!" Then my mom set everything up and on Tuesday Brian and my mother and I traipsed over to CeliaCakes (where I parked my car, Selma,* on a very dangerous seeming hill) and ate some cake. The summary: cake is good. Buttercream frosting is good. I like cake.

After that surpising revelation, I learned that choosing a wedding cake is not really about choosing cake flavors so much as choosing cake decoration. Honestly, I am happy when someone just plops a mangled slice down in front of me, so I hadn't really considered this, but in the end we settled on a design that I think I will like very much. It has what I consider to be the traditional wedding borders around the top and bottom of the layers (2) and some yellow and green scrollwork flowers on the sides. On top (to add some height) will be some fresh flowers (which I think come in some sort of handy dandy flower holder thingy). As for the cake flavors, well, I'm being careful not to reveal too much. I will only end by repeating, the cake, she will be yummy**.

* Selma and I are having a little bit of an argument right now. She seems determined to cost me money. Brian tried to appease her (or me) by telling me she was purring like a kitten, but then he added, "a very large, very angry kitten."

** Do not be fooled by the picture. There is no fondant involved. I can't guarantee that you won't witness me dragging Brian by the scruff of his neck to the altar, but I can't guarantee that you will either.