Our friends from the Bay Area are getting married here in Santa Barbara today. This will be our first wedding as a married couple. And let me tell you, what a blessed relief it is to a attend a wedding as a guest. You mean all I have to worry about is what I’m going to wear and what drink I’m having next? Sold.

And yet. I am jealous. Insanely, insanely jealous. And regretful of some of the choices we made for our own wedding.

Let me explain.

Our friends came down this past Tuesday, and have essentially spent the last few days with each other, friends, and family. Their Facebook status updates have essentially been along the lines of where they are going and what they are eating next. Tuesday night they had sushi and wine. Wednesday they walked around downtown with a giant entourage of family members. On Thursday they rented out a boat for a sunset cruise with drinks and appetizers. Last night was the rehearsal dinner and subsequent celebrations.

Okay. So the beau and I didn’t have a budget to rent a boat and ply our peeps with champagne and foie gras.* But you know what? I don’t even envy what they’re doing so much as how they’re doing it. Beau and I essentially spent the last several days before our wedding running around like headless chickens. There was no time for hanging out with our friends and family. There was no time to relax. There was no time for anything. We just spun continually off our axes, chasing one task after another. This is really what kills me, in the end. That we didn’t slow down. That we couldn’t slow down. I wasn’t wasting time on senseless crafts, either. It was just all this Stuff We Had To Do.

I know, I know. I understand that from my outsider’s perspective, I can’t really know what’s going on with them. I cannot see any behind-the-scenes drama or stress. But I can’t shake this feeling of regret for some of the things we did. It kind of hit me unexpectedly. You’re not supposed to regret things about your own wedding, right? But I have. And I sincerely doubt I’m the first.

OH, and their wedding this weekend is perfect. PERFECT. Warm, sunny, clear, no fog. NO FOG. ARRRRGH.

Sigh.

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* YES, really.