Today was another big day, a day that began with fewer than five hours of sleep but ended pretty well. There were account withdrawals, oil changes, trips to the Salvation Army, and the printing of many, many Mapquest directions. Right now we're in Merrillville, printing out place cards and filling out our marriage certificate. Tomorrow I'll go to Rensselaer for a top-rate manicure and pedicure (forty-five minutes away, yes, but you're talking to a woman who travels three hours for a decent hair cut, so who's really surprised?), and then it's off to the hall. The rehearsal starts at 4:30, rain or shine. After dinner, I'll head to Chicago with my parents and siblings, who'll take me back to the park on Friday.
One of our first errands when we got into town was to grab Luke's tux, which meant there was a lot of waiting around while he dealt with too-short shirt sleeves and other related issues. When he walked out of the dressing room, though, fully clad in the clothing that'll bind him to me for eternity, I felt a little preview of the emotion I imagine he'll get when he catches his first glimpse of me down the aisle. He looked so handsome, and for the first time, I couldn't wait to take his name.
I wish there were more earth-shattering revelations to share with you all. Would a picture of tomorrow's pedicure help? Cuz my toes are gonna look FABulous. Also, on a scale of one to ten, how wrong is it for a bride to sport red polish?