more requests for people we've never met to be invited to the wedding. (this is, of course after we pared down our own list to the bare bones, making cuts we didn't want to make, wanting to keep things relatively intimate. setting boundaries is a hard lesson to learn.) the first 2 moments of being so completely overwhelmed by wedding stress I had to excuse myself to visit the bathroom so I could sit on the floor and cry it out for a few minutes. for the sake of propriety, i'll keep the details to myself, but the instigating factors to the crying were not. good. even shoes cussed, and he's usually unflappable. having to repeatedly explain to everybody that one of the reasons i'm trying to keep the wedding low key and low detailed is because i'm finishing my master's degree, working and trying to find a job, so no, we will not be having a seated dinner with wait service. no homework completion this weekend. no time to work on job searching.
a shoes so distressed about my own stress level, he spent 30 minutes finding images of the dog we're buying in june to try to cheer me up. a very successful meeting with the florist who understood immediately what i was talking about. a seat partner on the plane back from Spokane who did a fantastic job of talking me off the ledge. a beautiful bridal shower invitation (my own!) that showed up in my inbox. coming home to Portland. an 80 degree monday. sleeping more than 6 hours.
good night. i guess my first grad. adviser knew what she was talking about when, 3 years ago, she said the one thing -- the one thing! -- we should not do is try to plan a wedding our last term of the program. shoes abruptly turned to me in the car, as we were driving to drop me off at the airport in spokane, and said, "have you ever been to the mgm?"
not yet. but maybe soon.