The Perfect Storm

I tend to be a pretty laid-back kind of guy. Even when things are at their absolute messiest in any aspect of life, I make every effort not to panic and just concentrate on taking things one step at a time.

At this point, I have decided to make an exception to this, and briefly allow myself to absolutely freak out.



exploding head courtesy of Tom Tomorrow

For the first time in my life, I am pretty sure I had some kind of mild panic attack yesterday morning. I am starting to realize that planning this wedding was a piece of cake (no pun intended) until we started getting down to the last few weeks and all the floating details that still need to be addressed. Details like:

• Place cards (we already have the holders)
• Confirming the final details of the cake
• Checking in with the DJ to make sure he can handle our insanely specific requests
• Getting my suit and Andy's dress pressed
• Matting and framing of our "guestbook" (a display of some antique postcards of Hampton Beach)
• Finalizing the seating chart
• Writing my vows
• Confirming the specifics of the ceremony with our JOP
• Finishing up the remaining centerpieces
• ...And probably a lot more that escapes me at the moment.

On top of all this, I get the feeling that life beyond the wedding is conspiring to drive me crazy. Work is overwhelming, with several upcoming trade shows and  lengthy business trips, our office moving to an as yet unidentified new location in Massachusetts, and a flood of complex daily problems and annoyances.

As Andy mentioned in her previous post, we also had a hurricane to contend with on her last visit up here, which thankfully didn't rob us of any of our precious time together.





Oh, and let's not forget that Spooky, in a totally surreal incident, saw the plastic storage container full of brown sand (for the centerpieces) that I had stupidly left open on the floor of my office, and apparently assumed it was some kind of new litterbox.

Not wanting to subject our guests to centerpieces that smelled like cat pee for 5½ hours straight, I had to throw the entire 20 lbs of sand in the trash and order more. I certainly couldn't be mad at her though, she was just doing what cats do. A large, open container on the floor, full of sand, is where Spooky is programmed to do her cat "business".



It's business time.

It has definitely been an interesting and stressful few weeks for us, but none of it has made me any less excited for the wedding. Many people have told me that the day will go by so fast that I'll barely notice it, but I'm hoping that's not true. I know we are both looking forward to spending a wonderful day at the beach celebrating our union with our friends and family.