I'm getting married in 29 days. I hadn't let that sink in too much due to fear of overthinking and managing expectations. I just didn't want the plans to go awry, so I had played it cool.
I was watching the football game yesterday (not into it 100%) with my brothers, Dave and Nelson and we took the commercials to talk about Vegas plans and potential places to see & do. It's some f the most "Vegas" talk I've had around me and I guess it hit me last night.
Couple that with the fact that I bought myself a "Bride" shirt and a tiara and I guess you can say I've gone full princess. (I crack myself up) Who can imagine me walking around Las Vegas with a freakin tiara? I have seen so many girls walking around the Strip with the bride shirts and the pink tutus and the huge tiaras and I secretly always wanted to be them. Now, I can be...
So back to the countdown. I have 25 days until our flight. Not much left to do by way of planning: I have to prepare the freight and I'm still worried the boxes will get ruined in transit, although I think no found pretty sturdy boxes that can make the trip. I have a bunch of paper organizing to do (printing tickets, retrieving reservation receipts, printing copies of contracts, etc) At this point, it's all just busy work.
So right now, it's 6.49am on a Saturday morning, and I'm up. I could be sleeping and instead, I'm obsessing on the Vegas plan and what I should work on next. Oh, and fighting a cold, which I need like I need a hole in the head.
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