BRIDEZILLA!

we've struggled, how we've struggled, oh we've struggled to get this place up and running. we've had the phone reconnected, the broadband resumed, the engine in the car fixed, the radio in the car fixed (i broke it promptly the second time we took the car out), opened bank accounts, had the boiler examined (it's still broken, but we've had a look at it), the whole nine yards. we are, for all intents and purposes, settled in.

the plus side of this situation is that most of the stupid housekeeping shit is done.

the minus side is that now the time has come to start focussing all our energy on the actual wedding part.

i don't know if you've ever gotten married, or known someone who has, but the planning part? kind of daunting. this upcoming week is going to be a blitzkrieg of meeting with various wedding vendor types: we go into london tomorrow to meet the baker, and to the seaside on monday to meet the florist. we're hoping to meet the vicar tomorrow. it's like the grand prix, only with more white lace. at least we've got one part out of hte way--meeting the curate.

ah, the curate. the man who put into our hands the application for the marriage license. a friendly little man, friendlier than he seemed in his emails, he bore a striking resemblance to mickey rooney circa 1979 and still managed to intimidate me far more than he should have. this is because the entire time we sat there in his office, going over the details of the application and sorting everything out, i was living on tenterhooks, waiting for that moment where we'd answer a question and be greeted with a sharp intake of breath, not entirely unlike the one you get at the mechanic's after you explain what's wrong with the car and before you get the exorbitant quote. i was terrified we'd get an answer wrong (though how exactly i'd get a wrong answer on the subject of my personal details is something that i haven't quite pinpointed), which would disqualify us from getting the kind of license we need. and i confess, while we seemed to get through our meeting with the curate okay, we still have to get approved by the diocean council over in canterbury, who might not like us because we're not baptized and...

but i digress.

the point is that we have tripped the light fantastic into the land of wedding planning, and i need to put the lot of you under solemn oath to tell me if i start morphing into bridezilla.

so go on. grab your harpoon guns and stand at the ready. i'll be here. possibly frothing at the mouth.