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Going to the Chapel...you know the rest

2008-06-19 1:51 p.m.

This is weird. I, obviously, never come back here. Well, full disclosure, I do come back and occasionally read people's diaries, but its not an everyday thing. Its sort of odd because this used to be such a regular part of my day: reading, writing, and commenting on people's diaries. (By the way, ya'll make it hard to still read. Too many passwords) I guess for me it got to the point where I wasn't actually living my life but whenever I was doing something, I would start looking ahead to how I would write about whatever I was doing in my diary here. So I guess it just sort of petered out. But I can see for other people they are keeping up the good fight and the good work and that rules, it actually is very impressive.

I am here now because this house, the place I used to live in RI is positively alive with people. I was just palying wiffleball and having lunch with my nieces and nephews, and as much as I love the fact that people are going to be descending here, and am overwhelmed by the fact that so many are coming so far for little ol' us...I keep having to steal little moments away either by myself or with my honey, to grab a secret cheeseburger or just reflect by myself or to text message one my best friends. I know in my heart that things are going to go fine, I have enough people who are here who will have my back and help out. And really nothing is perfect, and its the imperfections which give these things some character. So as Miss (soon to be Mrs. Gallbladder) runs over to Staples to print stuff and with her plumeria she just got in the mail and get in the fridge...and yadda yadda yadda...I find it, obviously, overwhelming and fun and crazy and exciting...Yeah I never come here but I needed a few moments away and I was like why not write something here...But obviously this isn't putting this into any better perspective..but it is exciting to say the least.

So obviously my writing hasn't actually improved or anything, I have no idea where I thought I was going with this. But I should get back to things I suppose. It seems we might be making a run to the store. Instead of a regular ol' rehearsal dinner we are having a big barbecue at my parents (With an ice cream truck!) And it is nuts because more than half the people we invited to the wedding are going to be showing up. I didn't even have an inkling that something like that would happen.

And there is Saturday. And all I want then is for people to mix and mingle and have a good time. I want people to dance and enjoy themselves and then we can call this thing a success. I can't wait until everyone starts arriving. It will be like 6 tonight before things don't seem to be some surreal abstract anymore. Then we can get down to some serious business of, well, getting down.