Monday, April 08, 2013
Of ebullience
Wake up, suddenly . . . you're engaged? Somehow, I don't really think that's what Billy Ocean meant. If you've ever been engaged, you might know what I'm yammering on about — if not, I can sum it up for you in a sentence and a half: it feels kind of floaty, with regular outbreaks of needing to pinch oneself and intermittent exclamations of "Oh, boy!" during the day.
There's so much to do: dresses; locations; who to invite; and, probably more importantly, deciding who gets to sit where — but where do you start?
It seems ridiculous to say at the beginning, but it's precisely that we did: after much fretting and discussions of the who-books-their-vacations-in-June-already kind (followed closely by a silent yet accusatory it-must-be-your-side-of-the-family off-side quip), we've picked a date: August 28th. That givesus me roughly 20 weeks, excluding weekends, to plan everything from top to bottom and right way up again. That's manageable, right? Did I mention we're also looking for a house, so a wedding planner is not really an option?
I wonder if I could get away with serving bride and groom cake pops at the wedding.
There's so much to do: dresses; locations; who to invite; and, probably more importantly, deciding who gets to sit where — but where do you start?
It seems ridiculous to say at the beginning, but it's precisely that we did: after much fretting and discussions of the who-books-their-vacations-in-June-already kind (followed closely by a silent yet accusatory it-must-be-your-side-of-the-family off-side quip), we've picked a date: August 28th. That gives
I wonder if I could get away with serving bride and groom cake pops at the wedding.
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