Yes, the wedding is being planned. As a control freak, I hate that it's not all written in stone. As a director, I know that it will take many shapes before closing night, which is also opening. As a satirist, I want a stone to write "Nothing is written in stone" on.
We have the obligatory wedding website. Who looks at these things? Who looks at any blog, really? Are we all just out there blogging away hoping someone will read this?
But everyone's too busy blogging to read the blog I'm blogging.
Stop being so self centered that you can't see how self centered I am!
So the cake has changed from a sure thing (actually 300 sure cupcakes) to 150 cupcakes and a cake. There's not going to be a rehearsal but there will be a reheaesal dinner, ehich is cool. There are lists for everything and each is an animal that changes shape constantly.
The song list is too 90s for my taste.
I don't know what I'm wearing.
I've gone from lovingly detached to attached until I make a suggestion. So I'm going to be the first man in history to do both.
There are a lot of things that won't be said to some of the people coming to the wedding.
At least seven important people can't make it. Two of them are dead.
At the end of the evening -- after everyone is kicked out so we can get the deposit back -- I will be married.
To the only person I'd ever go thought all this for.
Love.
