Sunday, March 18, 2007
...or Going To The Chapel... whichever. It feels somehow just any old Sunday. Miles is reading the paper in the recliner, I'm in bed on the laptop. There is a surreal zen that has come over us as we plod to the altar in...uh...seven hours?!?!
There isn't really much to do. We don't know which suite we're having our wedding in nor what time we'll be able to get into it yet, so until that the speed of the day is unclear. There is virtually nothing left to do except that Miles must go to pick up the cake and we need to go over the checklist again to make sure we've got all the things we need. We've got some terrific little details planned.
Yesterday was pretty great, seeing our family for dinner at Aureole at Mandalay Bay, one of my very favorite restaurants ever. They took amazing care of us, especially my mom who has a list of food allergies and Miles' stepdad, a vegetarian. It was such a great meal that my parents and sister and bro-in-law decided to miss the first 20 minutes of Barry Manilow to stay and enjoy dessert.
Mostly, though, I'm stunned at how confident and happy I feel. The nervousness has all been about executing the plans, it turns out. Now that it all is unfolding with minimal blips (my oldest sister's a no-show because her son is really sick, and that's a bummer), I realize that despite the fact that I've been married before and that that was a disastrous mistake, I have no real fear that I might be making another mistake. I have learned, I have grown and I am a pretty different man since that last time out in 1999.
And so...here we go. Wish us luck!