In two weeks and a day, I will get married. This is starting to scare the living crap out of me. Not for the decision or the act, but for the fact that I want everything to go well! I have nightmares that our guests will not enjoy the food or the music or will call us cheap bastards for not having a live band or an open bar. This is what I get for reading those bridal magazines.
The last details are starting to fall into place, thank god. We met with the catering chef from Chilford last friday night. He's a lovely man, and is even more paranoid about allergies than I am, which is saying a lot. In a sense though, I'm really happy about that. Even though he can't guarantee that the food will be 100% allergy friendly (mostly because a lot of stuff if subcontracted out), I know that he's going to try his damndest to accomodate everybody. He's going to make a special menu for one of our guests who is lactose intolerant and has IBS. I mean, yay! We didn't expect them to go that extra mile, but they are. Chalk one up for good customer relations! At first, he was worried that we'd have too much food, then later, not enough. In the end, it's going to work out that we're going to have canapes with the toast round, then a buffet, then cake (provided by our cake decorator), then another buffet serving around 7pm.
All in all, we hope to be eating and drinking from 2:30 to 10pm. This makes us happy :)
In other news, Katy's dad has been here since last thursday doing the finishing touches on the painting we'd started over the summer. We hired a stairwell access scaffold tower so we was able to paint the walls in the stairwell, do the bathroom in total and finish off all the woodwork with gloss. The apartment looks really nice, but smells of paint :) The good thing is that the cat is not covered in paint, even though he was trying his damndest to help out. The last bit we want to do this year is to paint our cupboard downstairs and get some shelving done (though that will have to wait until after the wedding).
I'm going to Nottingham for a meeting from tuesday to thursday. I so can't be arsed. I'm leaving for 3 days to give a 25 minute powerpoint presentation and demo. Joy. Ah well, after that, there's only one ore week before people start arriving :D
I can't wait.
OK, sit down, have a few long breaths, and take some advice from someone who's been married for 22 years now.
Don't try for perfection. Something _will_ go wrong, no matter how hard you try. Don't take it all too seriously, just plan on having a fun day you can enjoy. This is NOT the happiest day of your life, (what would that say about the marriage?), it's just a big, rather stressful party, and a chance to say your vows outloud in front of your friends. Calm down, have fun, and I hate to tell you this but in 22 years you won't even remember that much about it. or care that much. Heck, in 10 years… It's the marriage thats important, not the wedding.
Feel better now?
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thank you, I needed that :)
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Then my job here is done. ;-)
(Seriously, though, it's amazing how unimportant it's all going to seem in a few years. Especially when/if you have kids…)
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I don't even want to contemplate that yet :) lemme get through the next two weeks…
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