Wedding Planning

Hi!

I know, it's been at least 7 months since my last confession. I have been busy holiday-ing, and shit.

We had Christmas, and then I went to Mexico in February, then to Phoenix in March, and Jamaica in April. May was a write off, what with Mother's Day and my birthday and all. So now it's June and we had engagement photos done so I figure I should give you an update.

The wedding planning is coming along quite nicely. I have to say, having wedding planners is the best thing ever for me. I don't know what I would do without them. I kid, I totally know what I would do without them. I'd lose my shit....all the time.

My type A-ness has ran away from me in this whole process. Seriously! I can't make quick decisions for our wedding if my life depended on it! If I'm presented with too many options I want to sit in my tacky sliding mirrored closet, and whimper. I am afraid to make a wedding decision for fear that it will ruin the whole wedding! Like, what if that spice orange table runner wrecks my whole wedding day?! And, how am I supposed to know what flavour of cupcakes I should choose? I tried on 56 dresses and liked 52 of them! How should I wear my hair? I don't know. Stop asking me! lalalalala!

Christian chose our wedding song (and the cupcake flavours, thank gawd), and then I signed us up for ballroom dance lessons.

The week before we went for our first dance lesson, I reminded him a few times 23 times that he was responsible for bringing the music. I told him to bring a disc, an iPod, or a thumb drive with our song on it. I didn't care how, just bring it.

Prelude:
This might be too much information for some of you, and for others, it might make you mad. You may have been put in this situation before, and you know my pain. Christian's bowels only work when we are at Costco, or almost to Costco, or when we are late, or when we are on our way out the door, or when he is late for hockey and his friend is picking him up. or when his family is waiting for him because he slept in too long and then he makes them wait even longer by camping in the bathroom . Anycrap, (haha pun intended!) his timing is impeccable.

Our first dance lesson was no exception. We pull up to the studio, in separate cars because he has hockey that night, and as soon as I get out of my car he says "I need a bathroom, now!" . We enter he races into the studio, and he asks the instructor to direct him to a bathroom (luckily we are 10 mins early, unfortunately the bathroom is right off the foyer of the studio behind a thin hollow core door). I enter into a lovely conversation with our dance instructor. We discuss the wedding song, and I mention that Christian has chosen the song and it is on his iPod and we are excited about the song and blah blah blah. I continue to awkwardly blather on about wedding details and she pretends that she's interested (and that she doesn't know that we are waiting for him to finish his dump), all while I continue to pretend that I'm not mortified.

He finally comes out, 10 mins later.

Instructor- So I hear you are in charge of the wedding song!
Him-Haaaaegghghghgh, ya! (Looks at me) Didn't you get the text I just sent you?
Me-Um, no. (thinking to myself "You moron! You think I'm reading your toilet texts!?")
Him- Ya, I sent you a text. I forgot my iPod.

*insert mad face here*

We dance, and we leave.

Once we are outside I tell him that I am going to have to start blogging again.

Him- Why?
Me- I need to blog about our first dance lesson. The one where you arrive and deflower their bathroom, and you forgot the wedding music.