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The Wedding approaches, and with it the feeling that many many details must be attended to in order for things to flow well and just go, overall.

The venue is chosen. Gorgeous. Intimate. Very New Mexican.

The Dress is chosen. Third fitting in two weeks, and all is well. I was at the 2nd fitting, and it's looking so amazing.

My dress is chosen. And now I have shoes. So I'm good.

Dad's suit is chosen.

Groom's suit is being made.

Best Man's suit is chosen, as is the one Groomsman.

Bridesmaid's dresses are chosen.

Catering is handled.

Rehearsal dinner will be prepared by us at the venue. Menu is in place, plan is solid.

Breakfast day of is planned. Us again. Solid plan in place.

Lunch day of is planned. Us again. Solid plan in place.

Lots of iced water and coconut water will be available, as will sundry other beverages as requested.

Suffice to say everyone will be well dressed and well fed.

The rest, well, is where the interesting part develops, yes? There will be speeches, shenanigans, music, dancing, celebrating, the Event itself, schlepping guests by coach (big comfy air conditioned buses like the rock stars use..ok, maybe not rockstars but semi-famous people who wish to travel in comfort, anyway), eating, laughing, crying (s'rsly, I'm a sieve already - day of? Dunno what awaits..I will truly try to get my act together but as of this moment, waterworks seem to be a drop of the hat kind of thing.), stories told, and toasts aplently.

Brunch following at our home the next day. Lots of prep for this as a: we will have been away for two days at the venue and b: there is a very high chance of hangovers all around so pre prep is a MUST.  There's just something about weddings that brings out the party animals in us...

Pre-wedding drama has been minimal so far, but I am guessing that by week of, when the out of towners (including my Mom who has decided to attend, will be staying with us and thereby adding to the drama...) arrive, things will start to get a little more frenzied.

But for now, all seems on track.

I'll keep ya posted.

Hugs,

Stevie


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