So much has happened in the past four days that I don't know where to start (i.e. I am too damn busy and lazy to tell all the stories - plus, I'm sure Brendo Frendo will go into them in great detail).
Anyway, instead I'll try to give you all an honest insight into how I feel four days before my wedding. It's actually pretty simple. I am more anxious than Bill O'Reilly would be at PRIDE weekend.
Not that I think I'm making a mistake, because I know I'm not. That's actually the one thing I'm sure of. This is a good decision. It's just all the things that are accompanying this good decision that have me bouncing off the walls.
On one hand I am full of nervous energy just about the prospect of changing from a single man-child to a married man-child. I will fundamentally have to change the way I refer to myself for the rest of my life. From now on I can no longer be single. I will from this point on either be married or, more likely, divorced (just kidding, sweetheart).
I find this pretty exciting but also like I'm at the airport standing in front of one of those signs that say "Once you pass this sign you may not turn back." You know you don't need or want to turn back but it still stops you in your tracks for a minute. Of course, the sign is more intimidating when it says "Once you pass this sign you may not turn back - also you will need to grow up a little, get a career, make some money so the children will be able to go to college, think about life insurance, get a car, shift your focus from yourself to your married unit..."
Tomorrow - what it feels like three days before the wedding...
