{"id":1453,"date":"2007-07-10T20:27:00","date_gmt":"2007-07-10T20:27:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elitemporaryblog.wordpress.com\/2007\/07\/10\/my-lemonade-fix"},"modified":"2007-07-10T20:27:00","modified_gmt":"2007-07-10T20:27:00","slug":"my-lemonade-fix","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/orangette.net\/2007\/07\/my-lemonade-fix\/","title":{"rendered":"My lemonade fix"},"content":{"rendered":"
I\u2019ve got to tell you something, guys. I don\u2019t have much of an attention span at the moment. I\u2019m so sorry. I can\u2019t really write. I can\u2019t really read. I can\u2019t do much at all, save for clutch my cell phone and the folder containing our wedding plans. I sit down and try to write something, or maybe have a conversation with someone, but lo and behold, like it or not, my train of thought choo-choo<\/span>s straight to the wedding. I\u2019m like a horse with blinders, only less obedient. All I can say is this: watch out. It\u2019s best to keep your distance unless you\u2019re prepared to discuss the following topics:<\/p>\n a) veils [I decided last Wednesday not to wear mine, and I feel so rebellious and free<\/span>!<\/span>], Oh, friends<\/span>. I\u2019m a total bore. I used to scoff at stories of wild-eyed brides, running amok with checklists and fabric samples, but now I think I get it. It\u2019s sort of embarrassing to admit, but I know how they feel. Even though I like to think of our wedding as less of a production and more of a big party<\/span>, it\u2019s still, you know, a lot of work. It just is. It\u2019s work for a good cause, but still, it\u2019s work. The kind of work that involves such things as 39 yards of grosgrain ribbon. The kind of work that ties knots in your shoulders. The kind of work that gets you thirsty. Like, lemonade-thirsty.<\/p>\n
b) party favors [ours are recipe cards for some of our favorite dishes, bundled with brown ribbon],
c) rented tables and chairs and linens [how does anyone keep track of all this crap?], and
d) the pesky Final Head Count, which eludes me still.<\/p>\n