Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Mr. and Mrs. Victor and Mandy
So, we did it. We got hitched.
The entire weekend was a blur, so forgive me if this post is really disjointed. Thursday was a mess of people arriving by car and plane. Gabi and I drove in from Dallas. Ellen flew in from New Zealand (via Jordan, Austria, the UK, Florida, NY, Ottawa, and Chicago), and Victor and his parents arrived by plane as well.
Friday morning, more family appeared. A couple of my aunts and uncles arrived in time for our cookout lunch. I rushed to Eureka to get my massage, which was delightful. Afterward, I checked out the suite at the Crescent Hotel that Gabi, Ellen, and I were sharing for the night. It was beautiful and overlooked the gardens, valley, and the church. At 5:45 we wandered down to the church, and we met Megan in the parking lot. About half of us had arrived by starting time (6pm). The other half included our families, the groom, the best man, and the matron of honor. People trickled in slowly, as a lot of them were lost in Eureka's winding streets. The rehearsal went pretty well, despite a few mishaps (the priest hates lateness, plus I forgot to bring the readings). Afterward, we went to a local Tex-Mex restaurant for the rehearsal dinner. We were supposed to have it at an Italian restaurant, but they cancelled on us because of the freezing weather (apparently they were seating us outside). The rehearsal dinner was crowded and chaotic, and I ended up having a complete meltdown and had to run outside to cry. But everything ended well. Afterward, Ellen, Gabi, Megan, and my coworkers Shane and Aaron had a drink at the lounge in the hotel.
Now, I had always heard that the Crescent was haunted. We were staying in one of the big suites, number 419. It definitely had a bit of a creepy feel to it. We got scared as the night wore on, so Gabi brought the extra blow-up cot to the foot of the bed Ellen and I were sharing. At one point, as Ellen was talking about her trip, I saw Gabi stand up from the bed. When I asked her if she was standing, she said no. So it was someone/something else that I saw. Also, we heard the door slamming all night, but it never moved. It would slam twice and then be quiet for a few minutes. Needless to say, we didn't get much sleep. Ellen found that her camera was missing the next morning (it mysteriously appeared when we went back Sunday evening to get my car, and the lounge staff said it was probably taken by the ghost). While getting my hair done the morning of the wedding, the stylist told me that our room had just been featured on Sci Fi's Ghost Hunters, and she told me a few of the things that people had reported happening in the room. Well, I believe in ghosts, and I'm pretty sure we all felt something crazy that night.
But on to wedding stuff. Friday had been cold and dreary, but Saturday was warm, sunny, and beautiful. The fall trees looked amazing. I could tell it was going to be a fantastic day. We started off with breakfast in bed and mimosas, and then we did hair and makeup. Then it was time for the dresses...
We got ready, and the photographer arrived to start the pictures. There were a few moments where Victor and I had to hide from each other, since we were not allowed to see each other before the wedding. The church and flowers looked amazing. The bridesmaids and I covertly drank some champagne and gin while waiting for the ceremony to start. When I finally walked into the church, Victor started crying. I started crying when my dad gave me away. Crying became pretty much the theme of the day. The readings were wonderful. The priest gave an amazing homily about a 400 year old Irish ring (the gist of it is found here, but his version was much more elaborate and beautiful). Victor and I both cried all through the homily. When it came time to do the vows, I steeled myself and promised myself that I wouldn't cry. Victor made it through his alright. When it was my turn, I used my "theatre voice" (read: really loud) to keep from crying, and everyone laughed. I didn't cry again until we walked out and people started congratulating us. We did the pictures and headed to the reception.
The mariachi band we had hired (Rogers-based Mariachi Amistad), played us into the reception. They were amazing. Everyone loved it. They played for an hour while everyone got food and drink. The ballroom looked incredible. The florist had done wonders with the centerpieces that we designed, and the food was great. Victor's aunt made two amazing cakes for us. After the mariachi finished, it was time for Mark to start DJing from our computer (Diana and Billy had supplied us with amp, mic, and speakers). Victor and I danced our first dance to the Iron and Wine version of "Such Great Heights." We cried. Then my dad and I danced to George Strait's "Love Without End, Amen," and everyone cried. Aaron's wife had to leave the room because she was so choked up. I've heard reports that my mom was sobbing. Then there was more dancing (and less crying).
The toasts were full of crying, too. Enrique got choked up during his speech but soldiered on. Diana had to stop before she broke down. Victor and I said our thank yous (crying all the way through). I cried one more time, when I called my grandma, whose health didn't let her come to the wedding. Then it was just time for the fun stuff: cutting the cake, the bouquet toss (my ex-coworker Kirsten caught it), the garter toss (Victor just walked over and handed it to Enrique), and a traditional Mexican dance. Oh, and the dollar dance, which was a lot of fun (and quite lucrative). Family began to leave, and soon it was mostly just friends left. We all danced until it was time for the party to end. Afterward, we went to the hotel bar to shoot pool and drink. We all got hungry, so we wandered the town until we found some place that was still serving food.
Sunday was great - brunch with friends, lunch with family, and the opening of the gifts. We relaxed Sunday afternoon and had BBQ for dinner. Things began to wind down. Everyone that was still there left Monday morning.
All in all, it was a pretty magical weekend. There were some minor annoyances, with some of the drink order being wrong, the hotel cancelling our wedding night suite, and then not remembering that they had rebooked us (and calling our room at 3:30am to see who we were), and other various little things. But they really are just going to be good stories. I don't think anything could have ruined the day. A lot of people told me it was the most fun they had ever had at a wedding. Victor said it was the most fun day he had ever had, period. We walked around with permagrins and tears in our eyes all day. My mouth hurt from smiling so much.
Shout outs are necessary here - thanks to everyone who came, especially those who traveled from Texas, Chicago, New Zealand, and everywhere else. Big shout out to everyone who participated in the actual wedding. Thanks to Billy and Diana for helping with the audio stuff, and thanks to Mark for DJing. My sister and mom were amazing with helping to get stuff ready and hosting everyone. Diana made the pocket squares for the groomsmen. I got so much help from friends and family that it really made me realize how much people do care about us.
If you're still reading, I'll get pictures posted tomorrow night. In the meantime, here are some recaps from guests (some have pictures):
Kris
Ryan
Dan
Kat
Karen's pictures
So, we did it. We got hitched.
The entire weekend was a blur, so forgive me if this post is really disjointed. Thursday was a mess of people arriving by car and plane. Gabi and I drove in from Dallas. Ellen flew in from New Zealand (via Jordan, Austria, the UK, Florida, NY, Ottawa, and Chicago), and Victor and his parents arrived by plane as well.
Friday morning, more family appeared. A couple of my aunts and uncles arrived in time for our cookout lunch. I rushed to Eureka to get my massage, which was delightful. Afterward, I checked out the suite at the Crescent Hotel that Gabi, Ellen, and I were sharing for the night. It was beautiful and overlooked the gardens, valley, and the church. At 5:45 we wandered down to the church, and we met Megan in the parking lot. About half of us had arrived by starting time (6pm). The other half included our families, the groom, the best man, and the matron of honor. People trickled in slowly, as a lot of them were lost in Eureka's winding streets. The rehearsal went pretty well, despite a few mishaps (the priest hates lateness, plus I forgot to bring the readings). Afterward, we went to a local Tex-Mex restaurant for the rehearsal dinner. We were supposed to have it at an Italian restaurant, but they cancelled on us because of the freezing weather (apparently they were seating us outside). The rehearsal dinner was crowded and chaotic, and I ended up having a complete meltdown and had to run outside to cry. But everything ended well. Afterward, Ellen, Gabi, Megan, and my coworkers Shane and Aaron had a drink at the lounge in the hotel.
Now, I had always heard that the Crescent was haunted. We were staying in one of the big suites, number 419. It definitely had a bit of a creepy feel to it. We got scared as the night wore on, so Gabi brought the extra blow-up cot to the foot of the bed Ellen and I were sharing. At one point, as Ellen was talking about her trip, I saw Gabi stand up from the bed. When I asked her if she was standing, she said no. So it was someone/something else that I saw. Also, we heard the door slamming all night, but it never moved. It would slam twice and then be quiet for a few minutes. Needless to say, we didn't get much sleep. Ellen found that her camera was missing the next morning (it mysteriously appeared when we went back Sunday evening to get my car, and the lounge staff said it was probably taken by the ghost). While getting my hair done the morning of the wedding, the stylist told me that our room had just been featured on Sci Fi's Ghost Hunters, and she told me a few of the things that people had reported happening in the room. Well, I believe in ghosts, and I'm pretty sure we all felt something crazy that night.
But on to wedding stuff. Friday had been cold and dreary, but Saturday was warm, sunny, and beautiful. The fall trees looked amazing. I could tell it was going to be a fantastic day. We started off with breakfast in bed and mimosas, and then we did hair and makeup. Then it was time for the dresses...
We got ready, and the photographer arrived to start the pictures. There were a few moments where Victor and I had to hide from each other, since we were not allowed to see each other before the wedding. The church and flowers looked amazing. The bridesmaids and I covertly drank some champagne and gin while waiting for the ceremony to start. When I finally walked into the church, Victor started crying. I started crying when my dad gave me away. Crying became pretty much the theme of the day. The readings were wonderful. The priest gave an amazing homily about a 400 year old Irish ring (the gist of it is found here, but his version was much more elaborate and beautiful). Victor and I both cried all through the homily. When it came time to do the vows, I steeled myself and promised myself that I wouldn't cry. Victor made it through his alright. When it was my turn, I used my "theatre voice" (read: really loud) to keep from crying, and everyone laughed. I didn't cry again until we walked out and people started congratulating us. We did the pictures and headed to the reception.
The mariachi band we had hired (Rogers-based Mariachi Amistad), played us into the reception. They were amazing. Everyone loved it. They played for an hour while everyone got food and drink. The ballroom looked incredible. The florist had done wonders with the centerpieces that we designed, and the food was great. Victor's aunt made two amazing cakes for us. After the mariachi finished, it was time for Mark to start DJing from our computer (Diana and Billy had supplied us with amp, mic, and speakers). Victor and I danced our first dance to the Iron and Wine version of "Such Great Heights." We cried. Then my dad and I danced to George Strait's "Love Without End, Amen," and everyone cried. Aaron's wife had to leave the room because she was so choked up. I've heard reports that my mom was sobbing. Then there was more dancing (and less crying).
The toasts were full of crying, too. Enrique got choked up during his speech but soldiered on. Diana had to stop before she broke down. Victor and I said our thank yous (crying all the way through). I cried one more time, when I called my grandma, whose health didn't let her come to the wedding. Then it was just time for the fun stuff: cutting the cake, the bouquet toss (my ex-coworker Kirsten caught it), the garter toss (Victor just walked over and handed it to Enrique), and a traditional Mexican dance. Oh, and the dollar dance, which was a lot of fun (and quite lucrative). Family began to leave, and soon it was mostly just friends left. We all danced until it was time for the party to end. Afterward, we went to the hotel bar to shoot pool and drink. We all got hungry, so we wandered the town until we found some place that was still serving food.
Sunday was great - brunch with friends, lunch with family, and the opening of the gifts. We relaxed Sunday afternoon and had BBQ for dinner. Things began to wind down. Everyone that was still there left Monday morning.
All in all, it was a pretty magical weekend. There were some minor annoyances, with some of the drink order being wrong, the hotel cancelling our wedding night suite, and then not remembering that they had rebooked us (and calling our room at 3:30am to see who we were), and other various little things. But they really are just going to be good stories. I don't think anything could have ruined the day. A lot of people told me it was the most fun they had ever had at a wedding. Victor said it was the most fun day he had ever had, period. We walked around with permagrins and tears in our eyes all day. My mouth hurt from smiling so much.
Shout outs are necessary here - thanks to everyone who came, especially those who traveled from Texas, Chicago, New Zealand, and everywhere else. Big shout out to everyone who participated in the actual wedding. Thanks to Billy and Diana for helping with the audio stuff, and thanks to Mark for DJing. My sister and mom were amazing with helping to get stuff ready and hosting everyone. Diana made the pocket squares for the groomsmen. I got so much help from friends and family that it really made me realize how much people do care about us.
If you're still reading, I'll get pictures posted tomorrow night. In the meantime, here are some recaps from guests (some have pictures):
Kris
Ryan
Dan
Kat
Karen's pictures
Thursday, October 20, 2005
We're almost there.
Wow, the last few days have been a blur of sleeplessness and stress. Crazy, crazy days. I finished the wedding programs and am picking them up from Kinko's this morning. I had a makeup consultation and ended up spending some ridiculous amount of money on the products I liked. What else? Haircut and highlights - check. Cleaned the house - check. Fixed the necklace I'm wearing in the wedding - check. Packed - check.
Gabi flew in yesterday afternoon, and Karen and Ryan stopped for the night on their drive up there. So our house is pretty full right now. I was too stressed and tired yesterday to be much of a good host. I'm terrified that I'm going to forget to bring something important. I forgot to eat lunch yesterday. I can't wait for all of this to be over!
I'm actually really looking forward to Saturday. Let's hope everything comes together! Alright, gotta pack the car and take off. Wish me luck!
Wow, the last few days have been a blur of sleeplessness and stress. Crazy, crazy days. I finished the wedding programs and am picking them up from Kinko's this morning. I had a makeup consultation and ended up spending some ridiculous amount of money on the products I liked. What else? Haircut and highlights - check. Cleaned the house - check. Fixed the necklace I'm wearing in the wedding - check. Packed - check.
Gabi flew in yesterday afternoon, and Karen and Ryan stopped for the night on their drive up there. So our house is pretty full right now. I was too stressed and tired yesterday to be much of a good host. I'm terrified that I'm going to forget to bring something important. I forgot to eat lunch yesterday. I can't wait for all of this to be over!
I'm actually really looking forward to Saturday. Let's hope everything comes together! Alright, gotta pack the car and take off. Wish me luck!
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Dropping in for a quick FYI
I'll do a proper post later, but I just wanted to give you guys a little warning - I just reregistered my domain name (www.ordinaryaddictions.com), but because it expires tomorrow, there will be a chance that my request doesn't go through in time. This would mean my blog would be down for a day or two, and then it would be right back up. Just in case you care!
I'll do a proper post later, but I just wanted to give you guys a little warning - I just reregistered my domain name (www.ordinaryaddictions.com), but because it expires tomorrow, there will be a chance that my request doesn't go through in time. This would mean my blog would be down for a day or two, and then it would be right back up. Just in case you care!
Friday, October 14, 2005
T-Minus 8 days... and counting
Wedding stuff - insane. But almost everything's done now.
This weekend: bachelor party for Victor (paintball, food, drink, strippers) and bachelorette party for me (food, drink, makeovers, teen movies). There are bound to be some stories when I get back.
Wedding stuff - insane. But almost everything's done now.
This weekend: bachelor party for Victor (paintball, food, drink, strippers) and bachelorette party for me (food, drink, makeovers, teen movies). There are bound to be some stories when I get back.
Monday, October 10, 2005
What does "expert" mean anyway?
So, I got meme-tagged by Dan. Here are the rules:
The rules:
1. Delve into your blog archive.
2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions. Ponder it for meaning, subtext or hidden agendas…
5. Tag five (cough 3) people to do the same.
The funny thing is that Dan's 23rd post actually refers to meeting me! Anyway, here is my 23rd post, and the fifth sentence is:
We're trying to determine who is the best of the bunch, so that we can make them "experts" in their field.
Believe it or not, there is plenty of hidden meaning/subtext/agenda in this line. You see, this is when I was in India for my old job. We were choosing agents to be subject matter experts. This would mean that they know more about a certain topic than any other agent, right? Well, the funny thing was that I had to make the exams incredibly mind-boggling easy because none of them had been there long enough to be an expert on anything! The center had only been open a couple of months, and they were all still getting used to the job. You may think call center jobs are easy, but not at Dell/Hell - it takes a lot of training and practice before you learn everything, and it's extra tough for a non-US agent who is speaking to American customers and not using their native tongue. Not to mention that they're working at night on slow servers, etc. Well anyway, I was really angry that we were making people subject matter experts when they didn't have their day-to-day job down pat yet. And they wouldn't be able to answer agents' questions because they really didn't know much more than the agents did anyway! Ah, the frustrations of my old job. I'm so glad I don't have to deal with it anymore. So I guess I was passive-agressively taking it out on my blog. Or blog audience. Or whatever.
As for tagging people, I guess I'll pick Kris, Ryan, Kat... and that's all I really feel like doing.
So, I got meme-tagged by Dan. Here are the rules:
The rules:
1. Delve into your blog archive.
2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions. Ponder it for meaning, subtext or hidden agendas…
5. Tag five (cough 3) people to do the same.
The funny thing is that Dan's 23rd post actually refers to meeting me! Anyway, here is my 23rd post, and the fifth sentence is:
We're trying to determine who is the best of the bunch, so that we can make them "experts" in their field.
Believe it or not, there is plenty of hidden meaning/subtext/agenda in this line. You see, this is when I was in India for my old job. We were choosing agents to be subject matter experts. This would mean that they know more about a certain topic than any other agent, right? Well, the funny thing was that I had to make the exams incredibly mind-boggling easy because none of them had been there long enough to be an expert on anything! The center had only been open a couple of months, and they were all still getting used to the job. You may think call center jobs are easy, but not at Dell/Hell - it takes a lot of training and practice before you learn everything, and it's extra tough for a non-US agent who is speaking to American customers and not using their native tongue. Not to mention that they're working at night on slow servers, etc. Well anyway, I was really angry that we were making people subject matter experts when they didn't have their day-to-day job down pat yet. And they wouldn't be able to answer agents' questions because they really didn't know much more than the agents did anyway! Ah, the frustrations of my old job. I'm so glad I don't have to deal with it anymore. So I guess I was passive-agressively taking it out on my blog. Or blog audience. Or whatever.
As for tagging people, I guess I'll pick Kris, Ryan, Kat... and that's all I really feel like doing.
Friday, October 07, 2005
A little healthy debate
I'm going to take off soon and drive my wedding dress up to Arkansas. Tomorrow Victor and I are meeting with the priest. I probably won't be posting over the weekend, so I thought I'd leave you guys with a little healthy debate.
Two of the most critically acclaimed albums this year are Sufjan Stevens' Illinois (or, as the full title goes, Sufjan Stevens Invites You To: Come On Feel The Illinoise) and the New Pornographers' Twin Cinema. Illinois has a metascore of 90, while Twin Cinema has a metascore of 84, so yeah, critics love them. (side note: I just love Metacritic, don't you?) Anyway, I think both albums are really good. And, in my opinion at least, both have one track that really stands out, really shines above the others. On Sufjan Stevens' album, it's the song "Chicago," and it's "The Bleeding Heart Show" on the New Pornographers album.
These songs have a lot in common... both start out fairly sparsely and then build. "The Bleeding Heart Show" builds over the course of the song, whereas "Chicago" builds, then drops, then builds, etc. There are lovely harmonies in both songs. Both are full of fun instruments and big sounds. They're both great driving songs. I'm not one for repeating a song after just playing it, but both of these songs warrant repeat listens, which says a lot in my book.
The Sufjan Stevens song is a bit more lush, and also more delicate (Sufjan has a really trembly voice in parts of the song). "The Bleeding Heart Show" starts out kinda sparsely and then just becomes a giant stomper at the end, with Neko Case belting out over the "hey las" sung by the rest of the New Pornographers.
So, those of you who know these songs, which do you prefer? Do you like both of them? Is it unfair to try to compare two songs which are similar while remaining completely different? Who is hotter, Neko Case or Sufjan Stevens? Do you prefer your boys older and red haired, and therefore think A.C. Newman is the bomb? Oh wait, we're suppose to be debating the merits of the songs... not the hotness/not hotness of the singers. So anyway, what do you think? Answers in the comments, please!
I'm going to take off soon and drive my wedding dress up to Arkansas. Tomorrow Victor and I are meeting with the priest. I probably won't be posting over the weekend, so I thought I'd leave you guys with a little healthy debate.
Two of the most critically acclaimed albums this year are Sufjan Stevens' Illinois (or, as the full title goes, Sufjan Stevens Invites You To: Come On Feel The Illinoise) and the New Pornographers' Twin Cinema. Illinois has a metascore of 90, while Twin Cinema has a metascore of 84, so yeah, critics love them. (side note: I just love Metacritic, don't you?) Anyway, I think both albums are really good. And, in my opinion at least, both have one track that really stands out, really shines above the others. On Sufjan Stevens' album, it's the song "Chicago," and it's "The Bleeding Heart Show" on the New Pornographers album.
These songs have a lot in common... both start out fairly sparsely and then build. "The Bleeding Heart Show" builds over the course of the song, whereas "Chicago" builds, then drops, then builds, etc. There are lovely harmonies in both songs. Both are full of fun instruments and big sounds. They're both great driving songs. I'm not one for repeating a song after just playing it, but both of these songs warrant repeat listens, which says a lot in my book.
The Sufjan Stevens song is a bit more lush, and also more delicate (Sufjan has a really trembly voice in parts of the song). "The Bleeding Heart Show" starts out kinda sparsely and then just becomes a giant stomper at the end, with Neko Case belting out over the "hey las" sung by the rest of the New Pornographers.
So, those of you who know these songs, which do you prefer? Do you like both of them? Is it unfair to try to compare two songs which are similar while remaining completely different? Who is hotter, Neko Case or Sufjan Stevens? Do you prefer your boys older and red haired, and therefore think A.C. Newman is the bomb? Oh wait, we're suppose to be debating the merits of the songs... not the hotness/not hotness of the singers. So anyway, what do you think? Answers in the comments, please!
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
One last hope...
Come on, Sox. And no, I don't mean you, White Sox. You guys are the devil. Tonight's game was going so well, but then something kinda similar to this had to happen. Why??
Come on, Sox. And no, I don't mean you, White Sox. You guys are the devil. Tonight's game was going so well, but then something kinda similar to this had to happen. Why??
Saturday, October 01, 2005
Three weeks to go
I guess three weeks from now I'll be an old married lady. Where did all of the time go? Victor proposed back in December of last year. Just now I'm finally finishing up the preparations. I had a fitting this week for my dress, which actually looks really nice. I bought a veil and a tiara. This weekend I'm going to scour the boards over at Indiebride to get ideas for ceremony readings and to figure out how to hook up the computer so that Mark can DJ from iTunes during the reception. I called the priest yesterday and left a message saying that we are going to be in town next weekend and would like to meet with him to discuss everything. I hope he will be free to meet with us. I also booked accomodation for myself the night before the wedding at the Crescent Hotel and booked hair appointments for myself, Gabi, my sister, and my mom there the morning of the wedding. I also booked a suite for myself and Victor at the Basin Park for the wedding night.
There's still a lot left to do. I need to make the pocket squares for the groomsmen. We have to book transportation for the day (I'm thinking vintage car). We have to figure out what to do about reception music before Mark gets there to start his DJ gig... we had discussed having a mariachi band, but Victor still hasn't booked it, so I don't know if there will be one available. I have to figure out if I'm doing favors on the table, and if so, what? I have to get some sort of tan, because I still have nasty tan lines from my Barbados sunburn. I need to send in the food order, once the wine guy calls me back with a wine list. Victor still hasn't booked anywhere for the rehearsal dinner. And the list goes on and on...
That being said, I'm starting to feel good about everything. About half of our reply cards have come back. I'm sad that some of my close friends can't make it, but I understand... it is kind of in the middle of nowhere. I'm really pleased that some of my friends that I thought probably wouldn't make it are coming. I'm excited for the reception, and I hope everyone dances. Please, please dance!
I am also excited for a time when I can post about something other than the wedding. Sorry, it's all that is on my mind these days.
I guess three weeks from now I'll be an old married lady. Where did all of the time go? Victor proposed back in December of last year. Just now I'm finally finishing up the preparations. I had a fitting this week for my dress, which actually looks really nice. I bought a veil and a tiara. This weekend I'm going to scour the boards over at Indiebride to get ideas for ceremony readings and to figure out how to hook up the computer so that Mark can DJ from iTunes during the reception. I called the priest yesterday and left a message saying that we are going to be in town next weekend and would like to meet with him to discuss everything. I hope he will be free to meet with us. I also booked accomodation for myself the night before the wedding at the Crescent Hotel and booked hair appointments for myself, Gabi, my sister, and my mom there the morning of the wedding. I also booked a suite for myself and Victor at the Basin Park for the wedding night.
There's still a lot left to do. I need to make the pocket squares for the groomsmen. We have to book transportation for the day (I'm thinking vintage car). We have to figure out what to do about reception music before Mark gets there to start his DJ gig... we had discussed having a mariachi band, but Victor still hasn't booked it, so I don't know if there will be one available. I have to figure out if I'm doing favors on the table, and if so, what? I have to get some sort of tan, because I still have nasty tan lines from my Barbados sunburn. I need to send in the food order, once the wine guy calls me back with a wine list. Victor still hasn't booked anywhere for the rehearsal dinner. And the list goes on and on...
That being said, I'm starting to feel good about everything. About half of our reply cards have come back. I'm sad that some of my close friends can't make it, but I understand... it is kind of in the middle of nowhere. I'm really pleased that some of my friends that I thought probably wouldn't make it are coming. I'm excited for the reception, and I hope everyone dances. Please, please dance!
I am also excited for a time when I can post about something other than the wedding. Sorry, it's all that is on my mind these days.
