The Final Countdown: One Week

Sorry for that little bit of down time earlier this week.  My parents took me on a last hurrah mini-vacation to Block Island.  Suffice (for now) to say that it was divine (minus my sunburn).  I'll have a real post for you once I get a chance to look at the photos I took.

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It's pretty astounding (to me at least).  One week.  Seven days from today I'll be getting my hair and make up done, chatting with my family and best friend and generally getting prettified and trying to stay relaxed.  Something will go wrong and I'll try not to fuss.  I'll get in the car and walk around with my face all done up and veil in my hair... and a tshirt and shorts.  I'll hide away in a restaurant manager's office and my mom will zip up my wedding dress.  Right now it seems so surreal...

Fact is, my to do list is still two full pages long.  Heck, my to do list for today has 9 things on it, at least four of which are starting or completing some big projects.  When I have so much tangible work in front of me, it's hard to think about the really huge emotional thing that's happening so soon.  I mean, in a week I'll be a wife!  Now if that's not trippy, I don't know what is.

I'm trying to think what to write next and realizing that this post has no structure at all.  Guess I'm a little rusty... the beach melted my brain in the most pleasant way.  I think maybe I'll throw in a random list of things about... here:

• I'm excited. 

• I'm worried about the wedding (and all the stuff I have to do for it!) but not the marriage.

• I am so excited about the honeymoon, I'd have a pretty hard time explaining it.  Whenever I get stressed, I add a day to the wedding countdown and say to myself "in 8 days I'll be on my honeymoon! honeymoon! honeymoon!"  

• There's a song that goes with the honeymoon chant.

• I got a letter from the White House yesterday in response to our wedding invitation.  I'm being a good girl and waiting for Mr. McGee to show on Wednesday.  He said I could open it without him, but it's not every day you get mail from the White House...

• I still have to get my ceremony readers and chuppah holders together.

• I'm pretty excited to not know every nook and cranny of my ceremony text.  I know Carie is going to say lovely things, and I loves me some surprises! 

• I am seriously marrying the best person ever.  (And we're getting married!)

• Plus, bonus points because he's so hot (we're going to make pretty babies some day)!

• Bachelor/ette party plans are in full swing and I absolutely cannot wait for mine!  I know any time my sister and best friend put their heads together to plan a party it's going to be beyond insane.

• On a related note, any tips for dressing up like "a sexy pin up girl?"

• Holy crap, I'm getting married in a week.

confession

I have a confession to make.  This will not surprise anyone who knows me personally, but it's a little wacky, and it's made wedding planning more stressful if not harder.

I am afraid of the telephone.

There.  I said it.  It's true.  And it's not like I'm afraid of the actual object, or won't use it, or won't pick up the phone, or won't call people at all, I just really hate it.  I get really anxious when calling anyone, to the point that I have to spend serious time psyching myself up to call people (have you guessed that I am writing this to avoid calling someone yet?) that aren't my parents, sister or Mr. McGee, and I'm pretty sure they're all that way because I speak to them so often.  I don't know what it is, or why I do it, but it makes life pretty complicated sometimes.

Once, in college, I at dinner 3 and 1/2 hours later than I'd planned to because I wanted take out but Ari wouldn't call for me because he thought I was just being silly.  Well, he still thinks I'm just being silly (or crazy) but I can't help it and he eventually did order me food.

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OK, so I made the call.  (Yay!  Go me!)  But like I was fervently hoping as it rang, the call went to voicemail.  The downside being that I have to have another phone call.  This is not so good.