I still have playlists, decorations, vendor payments and guest lists to contend with. There are so many details, I feel like my spinning head is about to pop off and go rattling around like an out-of-control top.
Not helping is the fact that I am a major perfectionist (it took my own wedding for me to figure this out) and I am planning the entire thing by myself. There is no planner to direct people to. People are directed to me.
On the big day we'll be waking up with the sun, and we won't be at our hotel at the end of the night until at least 1 AM. In the meantime I will be:
Doing my own hair and makeup at the ass-crack of dawn.
driving myself to the ceremony, probably in my dress.
Saying intensely personal vows in front of many people I love and respect, and many onlooking hikers and tourists.
Posing for more pictures than I will be able to even look at.
Drinking with friends at a hotel for a moment of respite, in the eye of the storm.
Returning to the reception site in time to direct the timeline of events, playlists, and catering an hour before the reception.
Decorating the reception site myself, within the window of an hour.
Starting off the reception by being the center of attention during our first dance as a married couple.
Crying in front of my friends who will tease me relentlessly afterwards, as I go through my father/daughter dance to an unforgivingly sappy song.
Making a toast.
Eating the food I've been discussing for a year.
Slicing into my supremely overpriced cake.
Having my new husband reach up into my dress in front of the universe so he can toss my garter to some embarrassed groomsman.
Throwing my bouquet to unwilling, happily single bridesmaids.
Attempting to dance gracefully to Justin Timberlake in a wedding gown, high heels, and less-than-rhythmic genetics.
Greeting, talking, kissing, hugging, posing, thanking, and satiating forty people.
Dealing with luggage in the getaway car.
Driving five hours from Mariposa to Los Angeles without a nap.
Prepping the car to be parked for ten days. Checking in to our hotel room. Finally taking a shower, drinking some champagne, and taking a breath.
That's not even taking into account the absolute madness that will precede these events for several days before it builds to that point. If I can pull this off, I can do anything. Yesterday, I finished three projects on my lunch break alone. I told Abe I felt like Superwoman. He said, "You are." I hope he's right. Otherwise I might end up like this woman.
