We're all packed up and about to head out to the Hotel Dupont in Wilmington, DE ... and we're gettin' married on Saturday!

But first, tonight, we will have dinner with our awesome wedding coordinator, WHO GOT FIRED THIS WEEK by the hotel --  and gimme a break, for not making his quota. He is the best wedding coordinator on the planet. So. Hotel Dupont? That was not cool. Eff you guys.

But anyway. Besides that. We're psyched.

Itinerary:

Tonight - dinner with canned wedding guy.

Friday - rehearsal dinner.

Saturday - wedding! eee!

Sunday - brunch

Monday - Jamaica

Next Sunday - Caribbean cruise

We'll be back around Labor Day ...

Cheers!

People are so awesome.

Yesterday when I got into work, I was greeted by a party in my cube. Well, not exactly a party, but a precursor to a party:

And then later in the day, my boss made a little toast in the kitchen and I was presented with a card and some cash monies. Nothing like wine & dough to improve a day.

And also, Brian Uri of Uri! Zone fame so awesomely and so nicely sent me a gift. I was tickled. Just tickled, I tell you. I've never met Brian in person, but we've been reading each others' blogs for years. And out of the blue, a little something came in the mail from him. How cool is that?

This morning I worked out too late to cook breakfast, so I had the 'genius' idea of having protein shake in my coffee. I have this protein shake appropriately branded "Dessert", as it is chocolately and delicious, so I thought I was going to have what equated to a protein-laden mocha for breakfast.

I made up my protein coffee in a classic metal construction-worker silver thermos, brought it to work, and poured it into a mug. Hm. The protein powder didn't seem to dissolve. Funny, since you'd think the hot water would have had it dissolve quickly and completely. I used a spoon to try and break up the chunks. It felt ... spongy. Solid. I picked up a piece with a spoon and ate it.

Seems the protein powder actually got cooked in the hot water and formed a devil's foodcake like substance, except that eating it with a spoon out of a coffee-filled mug is really, really gross.

"Oh well," I thought. "Lunch will be better."

And then I realized that my lunch is currently sitting on my kitchen counter roughly 17 miles away. So. Not. Awesome.

Yesterday Steve and I had a fabulous dance lesson, and I'm feeling much, much more comfortable in that realm. The dance teacher videotaped us, and the few little little trip-ups we had that seemed so big were barely (if at all) noticeable to an observer, so that's a huge relief. In fact, I would venture to say that we looked quite good. So there's that fear put to rest.

Yesterday I spent a little time at the mall, and I got a dress for the rehearsal dinner. I also bought jewelry to wear on the big day.

The realities of the honeymoon are feeling a lot closer. Like the idea of sitting on a veranda sipping coffee in the morning, or lazing around in the water in the afternoon and then savoring our fabu dinners by candlelight at night ... it's all becoming a bit more real, and I'm enjoying the anticipation.

And really, while I had been dreading the nerves and the overwhelmingness of our wedding day, I'm beginning to look forward to it as I realize it's something to be savored and remembered -- and not something I need to rush through to get to the vacation at the end. 

Hooray!

So yesterday I tried to get as many little details wrapped up as I possibly could, but of course I have several more flaps a-flappin' in the breeze ...

On Thursday, we head to Delaware, and I'm working (you know, like at work. At my job, that is a full-time endeavor) right up until that point, so it's pretty darn difficult to find free time to get anything done. I still have an ugly stack of thank you notes staring at me, which is kind of uncomfortable.

I meant to call all my girls yesterday just to make sure they're all set and know where they're going at what times, but I didn't even get around to that.

Honeymoon anyone?

Crikey.