The Wedding of the century

Jason and I had been planning and preparing for months. We had almost everything done. We were both nervous and excited. Let's begin on the day before our wedding.

Both of us had taken the day off of work. It's 7:30. Jason's phone rings. It's Molly, the wonderful wonderful girl who is our friend and happens to work at the Kinko's where we were having the menus and programs printed. My mother and I have a "publishing company" I think we both really used print shop too much back when, but we made up a name: Mari/marie publishers. Her first name is Marilynne, mine is, well, I hope you know. If not leave me a comment and I'll know there's someone new out there. So Molly calls. Did we want the programs to say Man/marie publishers? What!?!? NO!!! Can you fix it? Yes, she can. Also, the corners we wanted weren't on the menus. Jason and I did a real bang up job of proofreading. So Magic Molly saved the day. She said she could re-print them. Did I mention how awesome she is?

I had an appointment for torture by wax. My MOH Char and I set off to have our faces ripped off (the girl who did her brows was training another girl and actually told the trainee not to re-apply the wax to the same area or it would pull the skin off!!!) and were successful.

Newly hairless we went to my parents' house where I had to tell my father to put pants on as there was a guest in the house. We picked up some stuff and headed back down to Kinko's. Molly was a saint. She showed me the mistakes on the programs and menus and had the corrected ones ready for me to pick up. The paper was too thick for their machine to fold it, and we beat Molly to the job, so she set us up with a cool little table and some sqweegee things to fold them with. While we were there, Jason popped in! He helped fold, and then was off to get his tux. I had quite a job to do. I hadn't done laundry in waaaay too long, and Char helped me do it all at the laundromat. Isn't that romantic day before the wedding stuff?

We had a nutritious lunch at a Mexican place and headed over to Piper's to drop some stuff off. We were successful. At this point we was me, Jason, Char, and one of Jason's best men, Larson. So, between the four of us we got the menus, the groundhog the favors, the guest book stuff, and the bouncy balls to the reception site. The day had gone more quickly than we expected, so when we got home Char and Larson had to take off to change, and we had to hustle to get ready and change. We changed and headed out. There were other people lost, and we were the last ones to arrive at the church but we got our rehearsal in. It went superfast and I knew I didn't get most of it. The preacher seemed a little cooler than normal, so I had hope.

We got to Dawsons a little later and it was great! The room was the perfect size, and the wait staff was bustling. We gave out our presents to the attendants and I hope everyone liked them. Then, Jason and I exchanged gifts. I got him some Ferrari legos, and he got me..... DIAMOND EARRINGS! They are beautiful. I couldn't have asked for better. They're huge and I love them. I couldn't believe it. I hope Jason loved his legos even a fraction of how much I love these earrings.

The food was great. The brushcetta (I probably misspelled that) was way better than I expected, the crab cakes were awesome, and the smothered chicken, to die for. I want to know how they make that dijon sauce, and then it will be mine, oh yes... We all had a good time talking too late and I was TIRED. So, we split up and headed to our homes, except for me. I was torn from the arms of my true love and thrust into a cruel situation. Okay, it was my parents' house. I was there to sleep on a sofabed and wait for my wedding day. I cheated. I called Jason to say goodnight. I really missed him. I won't reveal the contents of our conversation, but I cried happy tears. After hanging up, I drifted off to sleep by the sound of my deaf father's television in the next room.

Coming up next: THE WEDDING DAY OF INFINITE PERIL
okay, not really, but it sounds exciting.