The Making of a Wedding » Stress

What not to do on your wedding day

ryan — Wed, 07 Feb 2007 01:40:53 +0000

*Update: The video is a hoax. She does in fact cut her hair, but she’s an actress. Not so funny now.

A mini vacation to Vegas

ryan — Mon, 18 Dec 2006 23:41:22 +0000

Since every weekend can’t be a wedding planning weekend, we spent this past weekend in Vegas with our friends Lauren and Kenny.

Here are some picture highlights:

We had a blast checking out some sites we’d yet to see, dancing and drinkin’ at Body English in the Hard Rock and donating some cash to the Casino Relief Fund. Next week, it’s off to San Antonio for some Xmas fun with Sally’s mom, sister and step brother’s family.

Oh…and Sally has her first fitting with the dress too!

Gracious Bride

sally — Mon, 02 Oct 2006 19:34:31 +0000

Yes, I think I am pretty gracious, but right now I am angry. Our accommodations have recently changed, and I want nothing more than to seek revenge on the SOB who threw said wrench in said plans. However, I know the best revenge is no revenge (damn counseling degree), and hopefully things will work out for the best. All I know now is that my wedding SUITE will have a bathrobe, a minibar, and a hot man playing air guitar to Hot for Teacher. Sweet, my life rocks.

Once again, I’m losing sleep…

sally — Tue, 22 Aug 2006 07:43:33 +0000

So we’re still 9 months out from the wedding, and there is no real reason to stress about it, but I am once again managing to work myself into a frenzy about our wedding. I’m out of work until September, and all this idle time is perfect for getting things checked off the wedding to-do list. Or at least for majorly stressing myself out about not getting things checked off said list.

Today I talked with the caterer and spent 7 hours on ebay trying to purchase tablecloths, napkins and doilies (don’t ask). My only criteria for bidding is that the description specify that the items have no odor, which is hard to come by when dealing with 50 year old fabric. So if anyone out there has a secret stash of antique, odor free, original hue linens, I’m your bitch. Holla at me.