Yikes!

I’m getting married. On July 2, 2006. At 3:00pm. Overlooking the Hudson River.

I’m freaking out.

I’ve never thought of myself as being the “marrying kind.” Okay, yeah, so the BF and I have been together since 1997, living together since 1998 so it’s sorta like we are already married.

But it’s not. Like it, I mean.

And here I am, the Anti-Bride, trying to plan a wedding.

I can barely manage to get myself dressed in the morning and I’m trying to plan a wedding.

Some interesting wedding-related facts about me:

1) I have NEVER bought a bridal magazine. Ever. Not even for an art class collage project.
2) My Barbies never married. Not Ken, not each other.
3) I never played bridal dress-up.
4) I’ve only been to 9 weddings in my life – the last one in 2000.
5) I was actually “in” only one of those weddings.
6) My college roommate told me (in 1992) that she could picture me with a child but couldn’t picture me getting married.

So far, the only thing that is certain about this wedding is the date, time, and venue. We are meeting with the catering manager of the venue on Monday to hammer out the menu.

I should probably change the name of this blog to Wedding Trauma.

I will make it through the next 2.5 months. I will make it through the next 2.5 months. Holy Shit! It’s only 2.5 months?!?!? I will make it through the next 2.5 months. I will make it through the next 2.5 months…