The excitement is mounting. I don't know why, but I have built this little excursion up in my mind so much that I am now worrying that it will be disappointing if things don't go perfectly. Not that there is even a plan to get messed up. I don't know what is wrong with me sometimes. I must have too much time on my hands. We are going to a wedding. Someone elses. It isn't even my party. I spent way more money and time on preparing for this than I did on my entire wedding. No kidding! Well, we were just in love and in a hurry and didn't really care about all that at the time.

When we got married, we decided to get married, planned the wedding, and did it. It was over within two weeks. I had the "If it fits (and it doesn't clash) it works for me" outlook about the whole thing. We were very happy-go-lucky about everything. The family all pitched in and helped make things happen. It was really nice. Very simple, but nice. These people have planned this wedding for over a year. Imagine putting that much thought and money into one day. Craziness! It is going to be beautiful I am sure.

So anyway, I have noticed in my old age that I am so picky! I spent a very long time picking out my dress and shoes, the littlest persons dress and shoes, and all the other stuff. We planned out our stay and everything. I shopped for over a month for all of this. I am certainly glad that I already had everyone elses outfits ready.

I have that feeling. You know... that feeling you get when you are getting ready for a very special date? That feeling that you have to shine and glimmer and sparkle and be perfect, and even your thong has to coordinate perfectly with your high heels... Ummmm I will just leave that out there for your imagination, knock yourselves out.

Posted by gwendolyn on March 20, 2001 at 02:48 PM