Counting down

It’s Monday morning. Kate and I cleaned up the house this weekend and did various prep things for the wedding, to wit:

  * Cleaned, straightened, rearranged the living room furniture so we could practice dancing
  * Practiced dancing to Our Song and freaked ourselves right out by going all deer-in-headlights midway through.  The first dance is where I'm focussing my anxiety, apparently.  Over the last couple of days, I've noticed I can give myself a little cold adrenaline jolt any time I want to, just by visualizing stepping onto the dance floor in front of everyone.  On the upside, we've got some days left to get more comfortable with dancing together; even if we totally flub things up on the day of, we'll be in front of the most supportive crowd we can think of, by definition.
  * Went for softserve with Kate to "Ice Cream Fore-U" (it's right near a mini-golf range, har har).
  * Took an initial tilt at designing the program for the wedding itself.  Driving home from soft serve last night, Kate mentioned that we'll probably need to leave copies of driving directions in people's hotel rooms.  I said that I'd take the directions I put on the [web page]( and format them to a single sheet of paper.  Kate paused for a beat.  "What?", I said.  

“Well,” she said, “I really don’t want to make more work for you, and I know that whenever you do graphic design, it, well, it comes out really well! But you take a while doing it, because you’re a little perfectionist about it.”

I laughed out loud – finally, there’s something I’m sufficiently nitpicky about to draw comment! (For those who haven’t seen: Kate’s writing is beautiful and perfect. If she makes a mistake writing something and she has the option, she’ll throw it out immediately and start over. This is why things she writes look great, and things I write look like a bear chewed on a fountain pen and then sneezed on them.)

  * Begun the slow purging of  leftovers from the fridge.  We're gonna need fridge space for wedding leftovers, cake supplies, etc.
  * Tracked down where to get 150 lbs of ice (Beverage King!) and who can pick it up (the bartenders!).

We met with our caterers over lunch today. The folks taking care of the lawn were finally able to come today and mow. The very long grass is now cut, though there’s still the question of raking (or mowing?) up the hay to be dealt with. Tonight we’ll child-proof some rooms and practice dancing more. I’m mostly keeping abreast of the various phone calls to various vendors, and trying to keep my attention on work during the days this week.