We got our first RSVPs today. Fun! Mailbox stalking! I love regular boring mail, so holy crap, this is just the coolest!
Except I had this terrifying epiphany today: Goddamn everybody we know is coming to town for this thing. Just goddamn everybody.
We went to college together a billion years ago, and our mutual friends scattered to the four winds. As they do. Gathering all those people in the same room at the same time was the #1 reason we wanted the kind of wedding that costs as much as a car, instead of just getting married and buying a car, which would have been smarter but way less fun. And everyone is so excited! It's lovely. But oh my god, how do you do that? How do you visit with absolutely everybody? Were there people you just didn't see except for a few minutes at the reception? Was your home a total freaking madhouse that whole week? Did you and FI have any privacy at all ever? Did you freak out at first but come to a beautiful zen acceptance of everything once the actual day rolled around? Solid freakout mode for the last month or two? Are you some kind of superhero who never got around to freaking out?
Just wondering. It's the logistics, for me, that's what trips me up. Who's going to be where at what time, myself included, and what's expected of me, outside of the actual event I'm hosting. That's where I start getting all glassy-eyed and panicky.
And continuing my tradition of boring posts with tangentially related Mad Men gifs, here's Pete Campbell falling down the stairs.