Going A Little Bit Loopy

I have found something out. The last six weeks of wedding planning are bloody mental.

My stag-do outfit the way things are going...

As I write this I have got a little over two weeks until the big day. I was okay until yesterday when I saw the number 17. SEVENTEEN. Seventeen days until I get married. MARRIED.

This is all at the same time brilliant, exciting, slightly terrifying and most of all slightly bewildering. Where the hell did the last nine months go? Over the past four weeks we’ve been concentrating on the little details, which we seem to have iterated on again and again until we were totally happy. We’ve not got table name cards sorted, a table planner we’re rather chuffed with and lots of other little details that seem to all fit together pretty nicely.

All of the dress-type things seem to have gone well. Sharon is going for a final fitting in a few days and all of the Bridesmaids dresses have been fully fitted, paid for and picked up. Another tick in the box.

Last weekend say Sharon’s hen do, where I acted as chef and concierge to five women in a variety of vintage attire. I think Sharon had a good night out, and the pictures (that I have seen) seem to support this. My stag is only a few days away, and my god has it taken some twists and turns. After giving responsibility to my Usher/MoC, things seemed to be going nicely as far as I knew. Until a little over a week ago 90% of the attendees decided to pull out. Thanks chaps – it really shows who your mates are that’s for sure.

So, I took the day activity under my own steam and re-booked something that is going to be more appropriate for all of us as a small group, and I am really looking forward to it. The problem now is that the low-life scum that have decided to trash the great city that I live in are now potentially going to screw it all up. You see my Usher is a police officer, and has been put on standby for supporting the Met. As it stands 2 days before the event all leave has been cancelled. To make it worse the evening activity was meant to have been in and around Clapham Junction. As we weren’t sure how many buildings are still going to be operational come Saturday night we’ve had to relocate the drinks to somewhere that hopefully will stay clear of all the terrible violence.

So, that’s me for now. Stressed but extremely excited. I’ve got a story to tell about my suits, which deserves its own post, and of course I will need to do a post-mortem on the stag do. Combined with a lot of change happening at work, and it’s really making the run up to this wedding quite the experience!

I am, at times feeling a little melancholic about it all. I am really going to miss being engaged, and the ten months really doesn’t seem long enough. The upside is in sixteen days I will be married to the most fabulous person I know, and that’s bloody brilliant.

STD

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