Today it seems like everybody is updating their Facebook and Gmail statuses with comments along the lines of “Wow, I can’t believe it’s already March!”**
Man, I am right there with them. Last night I was lying in bed fretting up a storm about how March’s imminent arrival meant that we are seven and a half holy fucking shit six and a half months out from the wedding.*** This at once seems like a leisurely stretch of time and like it’s happening tomorrow. And oh lawd, there is much to be done. Like everything.
But no. I am not freaking out, because there is nothing to freak out over. Yet. I will only say that the beau and I had better kick our ish into overdrive this month lest we fall behind. No more thinking, only doing. This could translate into fewer posts during March because I need to put planning before blogging. No more coming home from work and devoting my evening to churning out lengthy, cynical diatribes about the wedding industry.**** Sadness, but hey: Priorities.
Meanwhile, I am not the only one tripping balls about the wedding. My brigadier just told me that last night she dreamt she was at our reception, which was being held in an undecorated church hall and not the courtyard of a historical museum, I might add. The beau and I were sitting up at a miles-long***** rectangular table completely by ourselves, while everyone else was scattered about at round tables. We waved at each other from across the room. She was wearing a dress with white gym socks and no shoes. We were being toasted by a dude making a painfully long, awkward, and rambling speech. Also, our iPod playlist wouldn’t load and for some reason this was going to take three hours to fix.
Dear God. What have I done to my friends?
Anybody else have weird wedding dreams?
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* I slay me.
** Apparently this is the most interesting insight my contacts can muster.
*** OH HAI addition is apparently not my strong suit, awesome!!!!!
**** Writing coherently takes me a ridiculously long time. And a ridiculous number of footnotes.
***** Kilometers-long, for those out there who don’t measure lengths in Amurrickun.
Oh definitely yes. I had a series of them a while back, all of which had the general theme of “what if our wedding happened RIGHT NOW and anything you haven’t planned yet will not be there.” In one I had no shoes… well not nice ones anyway, I walked around in clunky black ones and after the ceremony instead of taking photos we sat around at home. In another one the whole wedding turned into a disorganized dinner party with everyone complaining about the awful food and our mc (a close friend) never even got to say a word. Gotta love what the brain comes up with when you’re unawares…
Yes! Totally had bizarro incoherent wedding dream on Friday! And yeah I feel you on the holy-shit-ness of March, one month closer… Uh, this is month 3 and I am getting married in month 5, so at some point this month my wedding will be TWO months away. I will be sending out invitations in a few weeks. This shit is happening and it’s real! Crazy!
I do not have a relevant comment of any sort. Really, I just wanted to applaud your flagrant use of footnotes and oh hai’s. They made my morning.