The Wedding Daze Part 1: The Readying

I never seem to get around to posting this blog because, besides the general business of life, it's hard to figure out how to write about a day that you can only remember half of. A lot of it is a big blur of hand-shaking, and thanking people all around. Nonetheless, I need to commit these things to this blog while I still remember as much as I do, because I am horrible when it comes to journaling. (I only want to write in my journal when I feel miserably awful). So this blog is really the best place to record the good stuff. I think I will break it up into parts so that it doesn't overwhelm my long-suffering, and neglected 8 readers. So here goes:

In spite of all predictions to the contrary, I actually slept like a baby the night before the wedding. I had gone down to the local 7-11 to get a movie from the Redbox. I got Terminator 3 with Christian Bale, because I really didn't want to think about what I was watching. About 27 minutes into that film I was out like a light. The next thing I know I flung myself out of bed to the quiet sound of a text message alert. It was 7am. I don't remember what the message said, or how I responded. It was from Rachel. I do remember that. But then I even fell back asleep until 10 or 11.

I then got out of bed and made myself a high-protein breakfast, just in case it was the last food I would get to eat. I was feeling very practical and wise at this point. I then proceeded to get myself ready, which took no more than 20 minutes. I am a man, after all, and I was not going to put my tux on until I arrived at the hotel. Then I watched an episode of the Colbert Report which made me laugh until I cried, and then I was ready.

Then I creepily creeped over to Rachel's Dad's house to gather a couple of covert items, and made a couple of other quick stops on my way to the hotel for some last minute necessities.

I didn't arrive at the hotel until around 3:00. I thought this would give me plenty of time. So I went out to check out the area where it was all to take place, and see that everything was coming together. It was. In fact, everything was pretty much done. Angel was putting some finishing touches on the flower arrangements, which were completely fabulous. Angel does not run a flower business, but she should. Then I asked Cannon, our wedding coordinator, a couple of practical questions, and returned to my dressing room to hang with Trent, and Robert, and Josh, and my Dad, and pretty soon there were about 30 dudes in there. It was total chaos. It turns out that even I can take forever to get ready when I have to put on cuff links. Things got frantic for a few minutes. There were ties, and socks, flying every which way, and a cloud of musk in the air.

Then it was time...

(to be continued)