Well folks, 113 hours and counting! Woo!

As exciting as that sounds, I feel rather uninspired due to waiting. I finally finished what I can this weekend, and now, I just have to wait. And we all know that this chick lacks in patience skills like a bald man lacks hair. Yeah, it's true. So sadly, I don't have much to write about, but I felt the need to blog...basically, since I know you've all been waiting for my next post.

So just excuse me for this upcoming rant, of sorts. I've been wondering lately if this wedding is the same ol' same ol'. Because that would be lame. Seriously, lame. We've got the ceremony with the 'I do's', the reception with the tinkling champagne glasses, the cutting of the cake business, and the bouquet toss, which I'm sure my 11 year old cousin will snag because we all know that stands for reality, when actually, I have single friends dreaming of that bouquet landing in their un-ringed palm and leading them to their soulmate. Kirst, you know it's true. But today, I'm trying to convince myself that we're different. Here are my reasons:

-We have a guitar player, not a pianist. That's right, take your seats people. I'm going to knock your socks off.

-I'm not wearing a veil. Keep breathing.

-We're not videotaping our ceremony. Go get a glass of water, you're hyperventilating.

-We don't have a flower girl or ringbearer. Go back to the kitchen and grab a paper bag, you're still hyperventilating.

-We are entering our reception to a rather risky number, instead of trumpets and horns. In and out. In and out. Slower!

-We have a purple cake. Not white. Get up off the floor! I'm not done yet!

-Finally, we do NOT have an open bar. Full on cash, people! Ok, I'm going to have to ask you to go lay down. It's for your own safety.

So, uhhh, see you Saturday?