You Might Have Won $0.00: Wedding Progress is a Zero-Sum Game

It's not really my desire to convert this into a wedding blog, but since my current workload has virtually ground my extra-curricular activities to a halt, I really don't have anything else to report on other than the various brilliant and/or sophomoric things I overhear on Columbia Campus, or the best nooks and crannies of CU's various libraries (they have a dozen!).

So wedding chat it is.

As I mentioned quite some time ago, Shelley has already finished most of the wedding planning. In fact, she's been done for 2 months. I, on the other hand, have languished in my few responsibilities, sometimes for reasons of personal negligence, and other times through disastrous conditions beyond my full control.

Luckily, in the past week this trend has (finally) started to turn around. Though I have not yet made a single one of them aware of it yet, I do have a plan for the attire of the Groomsmen; tuxes are rented, ties are purchased, boutinerres selected, and shirts ready to be ordered. Further, I've finally made contact with 2/3 of the musicians (In total, we are employing a small army of San Antonio jazz regulars), booked the date, and am working out the logistics. I even have the musical "style" if not the exact music with which we'll walk down the aisle. First dance music is still being... finicky.

But the big coup de grace so far has been the completion of the now 22-day late Wedding Invite Mail-Out. I won't walk you through the entire fiasco, but let's just say it involves a former "business associate," a sudden inability to operate a cell phone, a discontinued crucial part to a manual printing press, and something about the decoding of Platypus DNA. Well, at least 3 of those 4 anyway.

As of October 6, I was back to the drawing board, or Plan A, or whatever. The point is, by Oct 22 the invites were all printed, stamped, addressed, stuffed, sealed, and in happy, if temporary, residence at a New York City Post Office. Since Shelley wasn't around for the *joy* of this whole process, I documented it thoroughly in .jpg format, and present for you a quick glimpse below:

Oh thank goodness they finally arrived!!!

Wrapped in Orange celophane! How could they know???

Invites


RSVP Cards

Soooooooo Happy to Finally have them Printed


Ready for Stuffing

Making "Plus 1" Cards

Stuffing station (while I watched Firefly... this is the scene where Jayne sings, "the Hero of Canton, the One they Call... Me!")

The lady at the Post Office insisted on selling me these stamps. I was thinking more of a floral, but my options were these, the Liberty Bell, or the Gary Cooper collection.

Stuffing time! This isn't actually the final order in which things were packed...
but it certainly was the most photogenic.

Done. Now they just need to be sealed. I know there are clever ways to do this - glue sticks or some sort of semi-wet rag... Well, you should know that all 87 of our invites are not only going out straight from our hearts, but are indeed carrying a small amount of my DNA.
My tongue still feels funny.

Believe it or not, there are actually even more photos, but none more interesting than what's above. While I will promise to keep (those interested) up-to-date on our wedding progress, I think I can also guarantee that this is the most thorough documentation of our wedding you'll get until the day itself. For one thing, I'm getting burned out, and for another, it's really hard for me make photos of myself hunched over a computer writing e-mails look even slightly interesting.

So the invites are out. Watch your mailbox, and if Ed McMahan shows up, keep the door locked. No matter what he says, we didn't send him; you haven't won a million dollars, and he's not wearing pants. (would you believe me if I swore that I didn't know he died this summer when I wrote that? Sorry, Ed.)

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