How To Lose Your Sanity

I've been working on exuding an air of calm and peace throughout the final days before the wedding. You need to be picked up from the airport? I'm there. You want to know if I'm excited and "ready for the big day?". Yes. Yes. Very excited. Looking forward to the big day. You need directions to Port Townsend? They're on our website (or on a handy direction site called "Mapquest" that you might have heard about), but I'll link you there because I'm here to help.

But this latest episode has pushed me over the edge! Thurston, the gent that I was working with to book the rehearsal dinner, casually mentioned to me last week that I should probably call Billy to discuss "what color napkins we want and things like that". So I dutifully called Billy and he said, "Oh, I didn't think you were having the rehearsal dinner anymore because you never called me. I tried to email you and didn't hear anything and we don't have your phone number." Bullsh*t. I gave my phone number to Thurston.

Apparently, Thurston was only in charge of booking the room rental. He never made a peep about the food being TOTALLY separate and my needing to coordinate it with a completely different person.

Anyway, after getting Billy's email address during our chat, I emailed him and tried not to sound like a shrew. I think we are ok, but it's stuff like this that turns brides into raging bitches on wheels. Grrrrrr!