Wedding Journal: 14 days to go!

Good news - Whozat won't be walking down the aisle naked after all!

After another fruitless shopping trip last Saturday, the suits she ordered finally arrived on Tuesday, and she will be wearing one of them. The pants are 3 sizes too big, and the jacket comes to her knees, but she had them fitted for alterations yesterday, and they should be ready by next Tuesday. We went to the tuxedo store today and bought a shirt, studs and cuff links for her to wear with it.

Shrike tried on the suit she's wearing a couple of days ago, and it still looks as great on her as Whozat remembered!

We're having a bit of a floral crisis, but it should be worked out soon. The lady who made the flowers put them in the mail (US Mail) to Whozat's parents at the end of December, and they still haven't arrived. The lady agreed to make a second set and send them UPS this time, but we had a minor miscommunication, which delayed things a bit, and she just got them finished and should ship them on Monday.

We shipped off two big boxes of wedding supplies to Whozat's parents today, so we won't have to take them down ourselves. They went UPS, too, and Whozat will probably be tracking all these shipments on an hourly basis, until they arrive!

We also both got haircuts today; it was a little weird for both of us, getting it cut before our bangs are absolutely out of control, but we wanted to get past the just-cut funkiness before the wedding. We're not out to our hairdresser (well, not officially, but she can't be that stupid - we always come in together, Shrike always pays for both of us. . . .) so when she asked if we had any plans coming up, Shrike told her we're going to New Orleans in a couple of weeks (we are going there for our honeymoon).

Whozat mentioned that we were spending a few days with her family first, but that "Shrike is more interested in the New Orleans part." (True!) We did manage not to giggle when she commented that it's handy that we came in when we did, since our hair will be at that perfect stage for our vacation. . . .

Whozat's sister emailed her this week and said she's coming to the wedding - she's be praying about it for almost two years. Whozat wasn't thrilled with some of what she said, but at least she is going to be there.

We've been trying to get RSVPs back (the "deadline," according to the invitations, was a week ago). We've gotten definite answers from just over half the invitations we sent.

Right now, counting us, we have almost 30 definites, about three who've responded with "maybes," a couple we haven't heard from, but think will probably come and about 10 that we have no idea about. And that's after sending out an email to all but 2 or 3 of the non-responders, asking for an answer!

The cake will serve 72, Whozat's mom is probably ordering the other food for 50, and we'll probably end up with between 30 and 40, so we hope these folks are hungry!

Whozat's still obsessing, of course, making lists, talking of nothing else, and driving Shrike nuts, but her theory is that if she weren't obsessing, it wouldn't be getting done, so she has to.

In the next couple of weeks we have to buy gifts for our family members that are involved (we've already bought for everybody else), put together the album, locate recordings of a couple of songs and burn the CD of ceremony music, finalize who's doing what so we can print the programs, work out the rest of the details of clothes, hair, etc, figure out when we are rehearsing, figure out a schedule for the day, fill everybody in on it . . . .

Did I mention Whozat is obsessing?