I'm tired. I just want to marry The Guy. I'm sure the party is going to be fun, but at this point, I'm caring less and less and less about flowers, seating charts, and the right color bow being tied on the officiant's thank-you gift.
The funnest parts of the last month have definitely been the bridal shower and the bachelorette party. I won't go into details, but suffice it to say at my bachelorette party we watched my favorite girly movies, had a slumber party, and a few of us--at one point--jumped a fence and ran around on a country club's golf course when their sprinklers kicked on. I'm pretty sure that's when I got the bruises on my shins. I *think*. Could have been during other hijinx, but the fence-jumping is looking like the probable culprit. ;)
Dance lessons are going well, the outfits are finalized, the band and caterers and photographers are all set to go. The Guy is off with the groomsmen at PAX this weekend, and I'm just praying that he does not come home #1: with a tattoo, or #2: married to someone else (ie. a stripper).
PAX is pretty tame...right? Plus, there won't be any girls there. So I'm safe. Right? Maybe? :(
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