In case you somehow haven’t heard about it (which means you definitely have not run in to any of my family recently, because then you would have seen the flashing neon signs above their heads saying “We’re having a WEDDING soon!”), my brother is getting married on Saturday. Brian is eight years older than me, my only sibling, and the best big brother a girl could ask for. I am just so thrilled that he has found such a wonderful woman with whom to share his life. This is an exciting weekend for all of us… but I’m sure especially for him. 
It’s funny how the happiest events bring out the craziest behavior in the most involved parties, however. We have all, especially today, been running around like chickens who are desperately seeking to reunite themselves with their heads. Each of us has our loveable idiosyncracies that forcefully manifest themselves at times like these–Brian, for instance, manifested his jitters today by cleaning his car, inside and out, until it glistened with that special “ready to be destroyed by TP-ers” kind of shine. (Just for reference, I believe this is the first time Brian has washed his car since he got it. Four years ago.)
I haven’t seen much of Melanie today, but I heard she was having to deciding which errands were really important and which ones could slide under the pressure. (I’m sure she’s pretty stressed out. But then again, Melanie is usually very good at keeping her cool. So who knows. ) Mom has been in a similar situation: chugging through task after task in preparation for the church setup and rehearsal dinner tomorrow, and having to re-evaluate what tasks really needed to be done.
Me? Well, I just seem to have developed a death wish. Because that is really the only way to explain why I agreed to drive the two hours up to the church with Sarah, another of Melanie’s bridesmaids, tomorrow morning. Not only will this be my first substantial “road trip” driving by myself in my own car (don’t tell that to Sarah before we leave tomorrow), but I have to leave my house at… SIX FORTY-FIVE AM. This may not seem early to you; I am aware that many sane people are alert and functioning at that hour in the morning. I just happen to not be one of them. But I’m usually capable, with colossal effort, of pulling myself together for morning activities when it is absolutely necessary. So hopefully you won’t see a post from my parents in a couple of days saying, “Well, we’re so sorry folks, but this blog is CLOSED because Erin died this weekend. She just crashed right into that oncoming car–must have been too early in the morning for her. (You know how she is about early morning things.) You’ll be glad to know that we stifled our tears and Brian had a lovely wedding, however.”
But then again, maybe it wouldn’t go down that way. The point is, everything is a bit crazy over here at Chateau Julian. Tomorrow I will be helping set up the church and taking pictures and thinking about hair and makeup stuff and talking to people I haven’t seen in a million years and trying to stay perky and worrying about falling on my face while I walk down the aisle in my way-too-high heels. It should be an interesting (and exciting, and special) couple of days. I’ll see you afterwards.
April 23rd, 2006 at 9:23 pm
I hope the wedding went well!