we ran through our dress rehearsal
it went… as planned
maid of honour and I lost our nonsense at the alter, broke out laughing, pweph, that better not happen tomorrow.
no one should say the words ‘balls’ ‘coming’ or insert while we’re being serious.
we are 13 year old boys trapped in the bodies of grown women.
hugged my dad
we don’t hug a lot in our family, so it’s always awkward and weird… i’m not sure why
i never hesitate to hug my children, but adults, especially of the related variety, throw me off base a little with a hug
i suppose i should get over that tomorrow (which is now, I might add, today), there will be lots of hugs to go around i’m sure
my dad and I are dancing tomorrow.
i’m not one for slow dances. we’re dancing to paul simon
‘you can call me al’
no, i’m not kidding
anyway, lights are strung
dresses are pressed
shoes and lined up waiting
wine is chilling
vendors are paid