Four weeks on Friday I'll be hitched. I'll have the old ball and chain tied to my ankle. I'll officially have 'an other half'. I can't believe it's almost here.
It's all becoming more and more real as time goes by, especially since our gift list at John Lewis is open and people have bought things already! We got 'stuff' woo hoo! Of course, the wedding isn't about presents, but they certainly don't hurt either now, do they?
All but two people have replied now, but I still couldn't believe how much 'chasing up' we had to do to get people to give us an answer. It's annoying - do they think weddings just magically happen? Maybe the think the 'wedding fairy' waves her magic wand or something.
Well, we have our own wedding fairy in the form of my Mom and Dad - there's no way in hell's bathroom (sorry, I heard that line on 'Everyone Loves Raymond' the other day and it made me laugh) that we could pull off this whole shindig without them.
It is stressful being thousands of miles away however and not being able to be directly involved, but it's the best we can do and I know it will be ok on the day.
The hotel - The Laurel Point Inn looks lovely and is in the picture above. Oh, we would like to thank them for changing the menus and uping the price by five bucks a head. Grrr. Still, it's too late now to do anything about it, but the food should be fabulous.
Not only is this taking place, but two days later, my parents are having a party at their home for everyone. I can imagine my Mom's house is filled with lists upon lists. And lists to make lists about making lists. And more lists after that. She is so organised, it's amazing.
On the London side, we're planning a reception here in July for all our UK friends and family. Many will have been to the wedding as well, but this is more about those who were not able to make it, or those that we didn't invite to the wedding for one reason or another.
I found out last night my parents will be coming to London for that party, so not only will be sorting that out, but getting the house in order to pass my mom's white glove test! OK, she's not that bad at all, but I want the place to look perfect. I really am my mother's son in that way. I think I get the 'stress' factor from my Dad and my maternal grandmother.
Genes...who'd have 'em eh?
But all in all, it will be a good few days...I hope!
