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august 17, 2000. I'm running out of money. Actually, that's not true. I'm spending a lot of money, is more accurate. I've been dipping pretty heavily into my savings lately, but when I need cash, I've been going after the shower cash. Disgraceful.
But there's nothing quite like plundering pastel cards for ready cash.
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Tonight was the rehearsal and the rehearsal dinner. I am exhausted. Never in my life has my attention been tugged in so many directions at once. And what made the pain so exquisite was that I wanted to focus my attention on every single person there: my clergy, my wedding party, my parents, my soloist, my speakers, my parents, my fiance... After 2 hours of it, I was ready to slip into a coma.
But. A very successful rehearsal. I arrived late, apparently missing several confrontations between my clergy that they were too polite to discuss with me later. Fortunately, Plan Omega has yet to be put into action. (For those not in the know, Plan Omega is a contingency action designed some months ago to deal with a possible breakdown between clergy members. It lies in a sealed manila envelope, waiting for deployment.)
There was a lot of giggling and a lot of fooling around. It was necessary: beginning to speak the wedding vows freaked everybody out, and some juvenile humour was needed to cope. My mom in particular, giggled throughout. I hope she can calm down on the actual day. Then again, I hope we can all calm down on the big day. Gulp.
Opera Sarah was there for her first meeting with the organist. Her voice in that near-empty nave was so beautiful that I could do nothing but sit at her feet & marvel. I'm so very pleased that she has given such a prodigious gift. In fact, I can't think of anything that pleases me more: a friend using her talent on our behalf. Magic.
My flower child was curiously reserved, having just woken up before the rehearsal. I was a trifle disappointed: I wanted to show off her beauty and personality, but she was just too shy at the church. Whenever I see her like that, all quiet and withdrawn, it makes me want to fix whatever it is so that she can shine forth. Sappy, but true. She's that kind of little girl.
My outfit was typically bizarre. What did you expect? I had to wear gloves to get the practice, so I wore black. And my striped stockings. And...well...the tiara. It says something about my life that no one saw fit to comment.
After we left the church, we headed straight for the lasagna that had been baking all the while. Several of my boys ended up in my room, checking out the decorations. They were very impressed, for some reason. I don't get it - we met in residence, for heaven's sake. Bedroom city. Oh well.
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