I don’t know which one of these I want the most….
“ Abbi and Ilana are the idols of a largely underserved and under-chronicled female id. Men have managed to get away with prolonged adolescence, on the screen and in life, in a way that women haven’t. “Women always have to be the eye rollers, as the men make a mess,” Poehler said. “We didn’t want that. Young women can be lost, too.””
David and I were going over a list of suggestions about posing and pictures sent by our photographer, and it gave me a flash of what it’s going to be like. And I’m so nervous!
I’m not nervous about saying my vows to David or anything. I’m actually super excited about our officiant’s ceremony and communicating our commitment. But walking up the aisle? Walking down the aisle? The first dance?
It’s going to be such a pretty wedding though. And legit as fuuuuuck. We have a final meeting with the florist tomorrow. They’re taking care of all the designs, and I think it will be really pretty. Lots of cafe lights and sheer white fabric draping and painted white twigs and mercury glass votives and birch branches and purple and white flowers with greenery. :deep breath: Our wedding planner has been awesome. The food and desserts will be amazing, too. And we have a really great band, The Honeycutters, playing at the reception after dinner.
The plan for the day is, for me and my friends, nails, hair, and makeup at a spa downtown; David and I getting ready at our suite at the hotel; either riding with the shuttle that’s taking our friends and guests from the meeting spot downtown to the venue or getting a car; ceremony and reception; back to the suite for the afterparty.
It should be a fabulous time. (Now, if my heart won’t fling itself up my throat when we’re approaching the figurative altar that would be just peachy.)
Also, getting people to RSVP in a timely fashion is going to be a pain in the ass.