whatta week to quit the wine...

Thank the Lord that it's already Thursday.  I don't know what it's been about this week, but it seems like everyone is taking their crazy pills-- we changed over our data systems at work the first of the year, and everything pretty much went to hell in a handbasket, so the past 29 days have been over the top.  Needless to say, this work crazy does not mesh well with this also being the week that I gave up my wine.  And my carbs.  And my cheese... basically all of my stress comforts, which is RED FLAG, KATIE, probably what you call a lightbulb moment.  Regardless, I cannot wait to be reunited with a lovely glass of red, because sometimes after a day of dealing with all of the people and their issues, you just want to have a little one-on-one time with Ms. Merlot.

Last night after work, we had a meeting with our wedding coordinator at our reception site, which, not gonna lie, still gives me tingly chills when we drive up to the building (pictures next week, promise!).  I was armed with my list of questions and thought it was just a "Let's touch base" type of meeting to put my mind at ease, but it ended up being the Wedding Interrogation of 2014.  I really did go in thinking I was OVER prepared, maybe even a little OVERLY confident, thinking I had all of my shit together, with my color-coded notebook, planner, and planning binder (I'd say it's like I don't know myself, but I cannot see myself planning this any other way).  But as soon as I started to ask MY questions, she said "I'm going to go through all of my questions for you first, and I'm sure I'll cover 95% of what's on your list.  And then you can ask YOUR questions."  Well, okay then.

"Who is your photographer/videographer/florist/DJ?  How many vendor meals do I need?"
"What time is your rehearsal and rehearsal dinner the day before?"
"How long will both of your fathers, your best man, and your maids of honor need for speeches?"

"Your menu tasting isn't until March, but I need your choices for the tasting by this Friday so I can prep your timeline."

"Where are you staying the night before the wedding, and where will you be getting ready the morning of the wedding?"
"Are you doing a receiving line?  No?  I strongly suggest that you do a receiving line."

And then my head exploded.

For the rest of the meeting, it was like a tennis match, back and forth, back and forth between the two of us.  Brian may have been a little scared.  He may have also been scared after he heard of all of the things that I'm planning to take care of myself, of which he was previously uninformed, but I digress.  Girlfriend got a little snarky, and I left the meeting feeling less prepared than I did when I went in, if that's even possible.  And in all honesty, it probably wasn't snark, just me being an overly sensitive bride-to-be who got her feelings hurt.  She's wonderful and knows her job, so we're grateful to have her for the guidance, I'm just not a fan of being told what to do, especially about something that I'm putting so much work into.

ANYWAYS, that was our evening.  We came home, narrowed down our options for our menu tasting in March (the food is divine and I cannot WAIT!), and I worked on our wedding website (yes, that is happening, considering we have people traveling in from everywhere and for my own sanity I need one place to chunk all of the information, although I doubt this will stop anyone from asking me countless questions anyways).  And I watched Teen Mom 2 while flipping through non-wedding magazines in bed, while sipping hot tea at 9pm.  I would be lying if I said that it wasn't an ideal way to wrap up a crazy day.

Here's to hoping that today doesn't drive me absolutely batshit crazy.  Cheers, y'all!