t minus 3 days!
The last few days and even weeks have blurred together a little bit. I have a distinct feeling that I'll look back on the months before the wedding and remember NOTHING. A couple of weeks ago a few of our friends came out to Paris for a joint stag/hen do (shag do? sten do?), which was really awesome: we filled our new flat with sushi and red wine and spent several hours seeing all our friends in one place, which was a rather strange experience. It will be even more so at the wedding itself, lots of people from different groups that never mix, suddenly all together. It's brilliant -- you can just have everyone you like best all getting together for your benefit.
I think being in Paris insulated us a bit from the stress of organisation -- now we're back in the UK there is a lot more to think about. Hannah is quite stressed I think. But really everything has been done, and we are just waiting for it all to happen now.
Snow is forecast for Saturday. Our service is full of Christmas carols and mulled wine, so hopefully everyone will have a good time and be drunk enough to get stuck into the ceilidh later on. Our first dance is a Billy Jo Spears number which includes the line "Just because we're married don't mean we can't sleep around": we're hoping no one takes that the wrong way. And because Hannah's gluten-freeness means a wedding cake is out, we are having a cake of cheese -- four tiers high, which I think is altogether awesomer. Although we haven't found a little couple of usses for the top of it yet. Yesterday we picked a reading from Anna Karenina, from Kitty and Levin's wedding, which I will try and persuade my sister to read.
Well I sat down to write this to try and work out what is going through my mind at this point, but clearly I am just full of details and preparations and I still have no idea what I am really thinking about anything, except that I am all excited and Christmassy and really, really looking forward to our long Tennessee honeymoon.
I think being in Paris insulated us a bit from the stress of organisation -- now we're back in the UK there is a lot more to think about. Hannah is quite stressed I think. But really everything has been done, and we are just waiting for it all to happen now.
Snow is forecast for Saturday. Our service is full of Christmas carols and mulled wine, so hopefully everyone will have a good time and be drunk enough to get stuck into the ceilidh later on. Our first dance is a Billy Jo Spears number which includes the line "Just because we're married don't mean we can't sleep around": we're hoping no one takes that the wrong way. And because Hannah's gluten-freeness means a wedding cake is out, we are having a cake of cheese -- four tiers high, which I think is altogether awesomer. Although we haven't found a little couple of usses for the top of it yet. Yesterday we picked a reading from Anna Karenina, from Kitty and Levin's wedding, which I will try and persuade my sister to read.
Well I sat down to write this to try and work out what is going through my mind at this point, but clearly I am just full of details and preparations and I still have no idea what I am really thinking about anything, except that I am all excited and Christmassy and really, really looking forward to our long Tennessee honeymoon.