So I’m sitting here with two days left to go before the Big Day, and I’m having a beer wondering what the heck to write. The difficult thing is that, paradoxically, the last week has been pretty uneventful.
Since my fiancée is such a crackerjack planner — have I mentioned that a dozen times in this column yet? Remember I talked about her Wedding Binder? — things have fallen into place quite well.
That’s not to say there hasn’t been work to do. There has — lots. But as of today I’m away from the office to concentrate on the matrimony thing. I wouldn’t be sitting here with a Wellington Arkell Best Bitter in the middle of the afternoon if the preparations were a total grind.
Let’s see, what else? Already the guests have been generous; we got presents from a few different directions we didn’t expect, such as her colleagues at work. Her boss was particularly lavish in her generosity, which had us scanning the travel sites last night to see if we might find a sort of pre-Honeymoon we can afford to go on next week (an unbelieveable luxury for a couple like us who have spent the last two years thinking twice before ordering pizza, such has been our budget).
We’re thinking Las Vegas.
In the meantime, our out-of-town guests are arriving in town and getting in touch with us. I have to vacate my home tonight so that some 16 giggling, drunken ladies can get jiggy with my fiancée to kick off some kind of wild stagette adventure.
After fixing up a pitcher of punch, I’m outta here — off to see a groomsman and good friend who’s come all the way from Australia for the wedding. The great thing about not being a nervous groom is that I’ll actually get to enjoy it.
And by the time you read this, I may be standing at the altar. I’ll tell you all about it next week.
Image courtesy of mfajardo.
