Why They Need a MOB Handbook. . .

Today I took my dress to the seamstress. I felt so relieved to drop it off because:



1) it is heavy

2) it takes up a lot of room in the closet

3) when I tried it on, it zipped up perfectly!

Why - you might ask - are you even worried about number 3? I'll tell you. A couple of months ago, I went home to Houston and took the dress there to stay for a while (see number 2). I also wanted to show my dad what it looked like, in an effort to stop him from tearing up, and then me from tearing up, on the big day.

I tried on the dress, which fit, with just a little sucking in, when I picked it up at Belle Saison. My mom totally freaked out when she was zipping it up. "It's not going to zip!" - so I sucked in and it zipped, barely. Honestly, it was a little tight.

But, it was no reason to freak out, because, as I told her, I had just finished midterms, and in typical girl fashion, had baked and half eaten a batch of monster cookie bars. Which means that I was not at my "most svelte." When I told her this, she was not convinced and said something about the fact that my weight shouldn't fluctuate that much (keep in mind that the dress DID zipper, just a teensy bit tight - and I'm not lying about "teensy").

After I successfully zippered the dress myself today, I decided to call my mom and tell her not to worry. "I'm not worried about your dress. My dress fits, so that's all I can worry about." I realize that this may seem innocuous on first read, but read it as if worrying about whether or not the bride's dress fits was "anti" on your mind at all hours of the day. Yargh.

Guest List

Oh my. My fiance and I made the trek to Houston, where we had "the meeting." The meeting I refer to is the one in which the guest list is finalized. The guest list was at 328 a month ago. Of course, my fiance and I had to add a few groups to that list, so it went up to 334.

So we went into the meeting thinking that my parents had recently reviewed the list and knew who they wanted to add or remove. Of course not. While my father perused the list, I sat at the table with him (note that fiance and mom are not there - they're across the room watching baseball with everyone else). The "review" consisted of my dad scrolling through the list, stopping occasionally (usually on one of my fiance's friends) and saying "Who's this?". I would say, "they're on the groom's side." "Oh, OK." And on and on it went.

Basically no one got cut, which is good that all of our friends stayed on the list, but unfortunately there are still more "business associates" to add.

I know it sounds whiny, especially since my parent's are paying for the wedding, but I really don't want to spend the reception running around and talking to 300 strangers. My fiance assures me that that won't happen and I'll be able to run around and talk to our friends all night, and seeing everyone won't take more than 15 minutes. Right. I wish I could live in oblivion land, sometimes.

Procrastination Central

Despite having promised my self that I would not post until after finals had ended, but I can't do it, I just can't leave the blog unattended. Luckily, I have a topic for a post that is related to this sort of procrastination.



Our vendor list is due to Chateau Polonez in a couple of weeks, as they ask that they be able to screen out any "undesirable vendors," I guess. So as to avoid any issues with the timing of my submission (as we did with the caterer), we asked our contact at the Chateau what criteria the vendors needed to meet. Luckily, the venue just wanted to make sure that they haven't had any bad experiences with the vendor before.

Unfortunately, I am beginning to feel a bit nagged. We have everything arranged. Really, we do. We got the original form a couple of months before it was due, because it was sent with one of the bills for the deposit. Then, I got an email saying that I could fill out the form online. Then, a few weeks later, I got an email reminding me, again, that we could fill out the form.

AHHH. Do they not understand that I have finals, and if I am going to procrastinate, I am not going to procrastinate by doing something else that I could be procrastinating on?