The week leading up to my wedding has been an interesting one... and I mean that mostly in a good way. Friends and relatives have begun to converge upon the greater Metropolitan Area where Fiancee S. and I live in anticipation of our nuptials. They have largely been very helpful -- several people have called and said "if you need help setting things up, making programs, etc... just let us know." We have taken them up on this -- a cousin of mine and his wife put together the wedding favors, and the father and step-mother of the bride have been working on programs during the last few days. I even got to spend some quality time with friends and family last night. A bunch of "the boys" in the wedding went out to dinner and then to a nearby cigar club -- where we proceeded to burn deep, rich, hunks of rolled tobacco into smoke that required me to shower when I got home and wash my windbreaker twice this morning to dispell the odor.
No, any problems that I have with this week are self inflicted. I think my own brain is slowly melting and leaking out the back of my head. I think the problem is getting worse. Consider the following events:
- I nearly left a pen in the wash with my windbreaker (and other clothes) this morning... only to fortunately notice this about 2 minutes into the wash cycle, thereby avoiding disaster.
- I completely forgot to go pick up the blazer that I bought at Men's Wearhouse about 10 days ago. I need this, because we are told that some of the restaurants we will likely visit during our honeymoon require a jacket and tie.
- I lost my ATM card tonight when Fiancee S. and I went out to have a little fun (a round of miniature golf and skee ball). The last we knew of it was a visit to the drive thru ATM at our bank branch down the hill. The hope is that I was merely STUPID! and drove away from the ATM without taking my card or the receipt. I am told that the machine recognizes this situation and it sucks the card into a strong box to be retrieved later. Hopefully, I can get the card tomorrow morning at the bank... otherwise, getting cash during our honeymoon will be slightly more complicated.
Yet, I am hopeful that some sort of "three strikes" rule applies. I have now done three stupid things in one day... hopefully I don't need to do any more stupid things tomorrow.
Tomorrow is my bachelor party... I have few details and little beyond conjectures at this point, but it appears to be some sort of all day affair commencing at around 9am... but of course, my visit to the bank tomorrow may delay that. Then again, when I informed one of my groomsmen of the situation, he said "don't worry... we won't leave without you."
True enough.
said drgeek
on 2004-06-23 at 11:22 p.m.
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