Breakdown

This is the first ragingly angry Tomboy Bride blog I have written. It has taken seven months of wedding planning to get me to snap, but it's finally happened. I have gone through and, to the best of my ability, made sure I took all the bad words out before posting. If I missed any, well, sorry. Hopefully if you've been following the blog this long, you're not easily offended.

I was excited last night to have one of the projects at work come to an end. Utter relaxation. I characteristically, immediately after I pushed the "Submit" button, made my to-do list for Thursday through Saturday. What did I want to get accomplished? A few things:

a.) Invitation order - I have been talking about this forever. After getting Bryan's approval on the invitation, I took this week to think about how we wanted the invite worded. This has actually been a somewhat interesting, and slightly painful process. I never realized wedding invitation wording was so political. There are options for every life situation (which parents are hosting? are the bride and groom hosting? Are the parents divorced? Remarried? Deceased? Estranged? Did you elope and now you want to celebrate? Do you have an alien baby from outer space?). And then, of course, there is the simple task of just how you place your names on this invitation.

It was also during this conversation that Bryan mentioned he wanted the "B" to come first on our monogram (meaning B H S). It amuses him that, together, you can get BS out of our initials. Apparently I'm living the 'Mary Kay LaTourneau-dream' and marrying a 13-year-old. Fabulous. The conversation that followed went something like,

Me: "We can not have BS, that's ridiculous".
Bryan: "It's funny"
Me: "It's not funny"
Bryan: "I want the 'B' first"
Me: "Then there will be no monogram."
Bryan: "Then I don't want that invitation"
Me: "Great, then we'll go Saturday and look for a new one."
Bryan: "What?"

Eventually, this last option was so awful that Bryan agreed to S H B (which is what it's supposed to be anyways, ladies first!).

b.) Rehearsal dinner venue booked - I have gotten vetoed every step of the way with respect to the rehearsal dinner. When I did try to relinquish control of this, Bryan did a good day and a half of work and gave me the name of a venue he was happy with (at least on-line). I encouraged him to set up an appointment for us to look at it. This was in April.

Trying to be a supportive future wifey, I started to look for a place to cater the dinner. One by one, suggestions were getting shot-down. One suggestion I made, upon further thought, I didn't like anymore. Then I came up with what I thought was a great idea (which is what we tried out on Sunday). This morning? Bryan announces: "I didn't like that place."

Ok, I'm done. I've made suggestions, I've been trying to be patient. We have had no appointment with the venue (we looked only at the outside area last week on our own) and now we have no prospects for food. Taco Bell, anyone?

The other issue? Without the venue set in stone, my progress in trying to order invitations is completely stalled.

c.) Officiant drama - When Bryan and I first got engaged, there was no question on who we wanted to marry us. In fact, it was only a few weeks after our engagement that Bryan called Father Bob, his father's college roommate at St. Bonaventure. He had married Jon and Sonia last year and was such a joy to get to know (although he is a Mets fan - NOT cool).

Anyways, according to Bryan, Father Bob immediately agreed to officiate our ceremony. I was not present for the conversation, but Bryan swears he told Father Bob that we were not getting married in a Church. I asked Bryan multiple times if this was ok with Father Bob and he was insistent that it was.

I'm not certain if there was a miscommunication or what happened, but in April, the M.O.G. (or my future M.I.L.) asked who we were going to have officiate our ceremony. "Duh, Father Bob." She mentioned that Father Bob couldn't do it because the ceremony is not taking place in a Church. We countered with the information that he had said it was totally fine. "He said that it's not fine," we were told. IN APRIL.
My reaction?? GET THIS MAN ON THE PHONE AND FIND OUT WHAT IS GOING ON.

Bryan's reaction, "Ok, maybe I'll give him a call sometime before October 15th."

It is JUNE and Bryan has tried to contact Father Bob exactly once. The one time Bryan attempted this, he wasn't available. He said he left a message and that was good enough for him. My question: "If not Father Bob, then who?" Bryan returned home after the England-U.S.A. soccer game the other day with the information that the amazing Mary Beth has a friend that married she and her husband as well as other couples that they know. So Bryan was majorly relieved to know that there was an alternative if Father Bob could not do it.

The problem? We haven't gotten confirmation from Father Bob one way or the other. And I think it's only proper (and smart) for us to find out for sure that he cannot do it before asking another officiant.

So problem A can not be solved without fixing problem B and problem C relies solely on Bryan unless I just get Father Bob's info myself and make the call myself (which Bryan has requested I not do; he wants to call Father Bob).

The one silver lining of the week so far? I found out that there will be a very special addition to the Welcome Bags for our guests at the hotel. I am really really excited about it because they're some of my favorite treats and made by someone very special to me. If you have not booked your hotel yet, you should do that. Yes, the rehearsal dinner may be at a Wendy's, but you'll get something very special in the Welcome Bag! The link our personalized wedding page to the Homewood Suites in Lawrenceville, GA is: http://homewoodsuites.hilton.com/en/hw/groups/personalized/ATLHWHW-GTZ-20101013/index.jhtml?WT.mc_id=POG

The hotel info will also be included in the invitations...if we ever order them. Oy, time to get productivity underway for the day. Please send me positive vibes and will me to not stab Bryan (or myself for this matter) in the thigh with one of our blunted steak knives. 120 days to go....yay, marriage!!