Where the hell has the time gone?
No, I don't mean between the rare instances I remember that I actually HAVE an LJ. I mean the time between now and our wedding.
You know, I distinctly recall proposing to her last year, and over the course of this year, distinctly telling myself that I still have time. All right, sure we already have just about every major detail booked and confirmed, with the exception of like, the florist. But the church and the reception venue were booked by March. Photographer was booked this summer, if memory serves, videographer just a couple weeks ago, give or take. Florist we pretty much have on retainer, we just have to confirm and reserve. Music I really can't/shouldn't contend with until at LEAST another couple months or so (which frankly should give me time to finish the arrangements of things I'm doing/figure out WHAT instrumentation I'm arranging for.) DJ we're pulling a relative for, lighting we're going to be meeting with in the near future. I imagine in the next month or so we're going to be looking at honeymoon stuff, and considering we're going to what might be considered a...non-conventional locale (Nova Scotia. In November, no less), that shouldn't be THAT crazy.
I distinctly remember that I kept saying (and I said this a lot then) that we still had about a year and a half.
It's now less than a year away.
And I'm probably going to be tearing my hair out from now till then.
Now it's a litany of small things we need to contend with. On top of the fun that's going to be moving my things from Iselin to South Plainfield. At LEAST we have a house, which doesn't QUITE put us behind the 8-ball per se.
But yeah...wow... something tells me I'm going to go to sleep and the next time I wake up, it's going to be inside of a month left and I'm probably going to need some good shit to calm me down or a bat to the head.
Or at the very least, a nice toupee once I finally finish tearing out all my hair.
You know, I distinctly recall proposing to her last year, and over the course of this year, distinctly telling myself that I still have time. All right, sure we already have just about every major detail booked and confirmed, with the exception of like, the florist. But the church and the reception venue were booked by March. Photographer was booked this summer, if memory serves, videographer just a couple weeks ago, give or take. Florist we pretty much have on retainer, we just have to confirm and reserve. Music I really can't/shouldn't contend with until at LEAST another couple months or so (which frankly should give me time to finish the arrangements of things I'm doing/figure out WHAT instrumentation I'm arranging for.) DJ we're pulling a relative for, lighting we're going to be meeting with in the near future. I imagine in the next month or so we're going to be looking at honeymoon stuff, and considering we're going to what might be considered a...non-conventional locale (Nova Scotia. In November, no less), that shouldn't be THAT crazy.
I distinctly remember that I kept saying (and I said this a lot then) that we still had about a year and a half.
It's now less than a year away.
And I'm probably going to be tearing my hair out from now till then.
Now it's a litany of small things we need to contend with. On top of the fun that's going to be moving my things from Iselin to South Plainfield. At LEAST we have a house, which doesn't QUITE put us behind the 8-ball per se.
But yeah...wow... something tells me I'm going to go to sleep and the next time I wake up, it's going to be inside of a month left and I'm probably going to need some good shit to calm me down or a bat to the head.
Or at the very least, a nice toupee once I finally finish tearing out all my hair.