Today will be manicures and pedicures. Adam and Elayna are getting haircuts... I don't think I need one,but I'm sure if my hairstylist is appalled, she'll sneak me in. This afternoon, we move everyone to the hotel. Adam and I are already here - that is how I've held on to my last shreds of sanity.
Tonight, the rehearsal dinner.
I'm wearing this with this or my Stormwinds pendant; Elayna's wearing this with a black lace choker and possibly a pendant.
The big potential trauma sites = the rehearsal dinner, the wedding and reception, and the brunch on Sunday. Everytime else, I can pretty well sequester myself. As matron of honor, I'll be in the bridal suite half the day tomorrow. Save for pictures, which are their own sort of trauma.
My mantra out loud, if provoked: "I'm sorry that my illness inconveniences you." My mantra inside my head: "After Sunday, I never have to deal with you people again."
And tomorrow, in my ill-advised heavy strapless gown, I will be awkward and ugly. :(
But tonight, in my retro-cut black lace, I will be fabulous.