Going to the chapel
So I’m getting married in one day, which is why I’ve disappeared off the face of the earth. Planning a wedding is an exercise in averting your eyes and doling out money, thousands of dollars at a time and trying to project manage all your well meaning friends and family to do what you need without bridezilla-ing them in the face. It’s a fine, nervous balance.
Over the last week the Boyfriend says he often catches me sitting, fists clenched, staring bug-eyed and intensely off into space. He reminds me to relax and I try fruitlessly to stop my mind racing. We’re almost there though, and then in a few days, we’ll be on our way to Madrid, cameras in hand, ready to collect up photos, stories and new clothes to entertain you with.
