Mind of Migg

The most stressful part was the slideshow.  It was like an endless conveyer belt of nostalgic photographs.  The problem was that I never had the time to dedicate to it, so suddenly we were a week away from the wedding and it hadn’t been touched since we were first inspired to include the Doctor Who opening credits.  So there I was, the night before the wedding, at 3am, falling asleep at the computer while downloading Europe pics from flickr.  It wasn’t the smartest thing to put off.

It really would have been completed with time to spare had there not been all the other hubbub that surrounds a wedding.  This is particularly true of a wedding reception that includes a Talent Show.  To further increase the completion degree of difficulty, I decided on Thursday to create Violet’s small gift from scratch.  There I was wandering through Michael’s like a husband in Victoria’s Secret on Valentine’s Day.  You know the look – “Dear God I have no idea what I’m doing, but it’s way too awkward to ask for help here.”  That was me.  I knew what I wanted, a TARDIS of course, but I didn’t know how to get it.  I found a couple pieces of wood, some model paint, and a handful of other random knick-knacks and I was set.

I spent Thursday night gluing the TARDIS together while rending the slideshow between scanning images, and also working on the Flight of the Conchords song with Gravy.  Fortunately by this point, we had visitors: my brother, my sister, Violet’s brother, and Audrey, one of Violet’s bridesmaids.  Oh, did I mention we moved that week?  Between the boxes, the people sleeping on the floor, and the drunken people wandering around, I had no choice but to lock myself in the office without being able to move.  If it had been an empty, unpacked apartment I might have been distracted and not finished.

It was a lot of fun to have a packed house of friends and family though and I don’t regret the move at all.  As crazy as it was, it was so worth it.  Friday was much easier.  More photo importing, painting the TARDIS, and practicing with Phil and Gravy.  We were feeling good about our upcoming performance.  I left to pick up some more family from the airport and we were on our way to the rehearsal, running only 20 minutes behind schedule.  Twenty minutes late turned out to be early since most of the other people were either also running late, or got very, very lost.  It was a potential recipe for disaster, but a very strong majority of the crowd was so upbeat that Violet and I were at a positive vibe point of no return.  We did a few run-throughs, a lot of clowning around, and then had the most expensive Chicken Dijon dinner ever (it’s a funny story, but too embarrassing to share online.  Ask me about it sometime).

The bride and groom parted ways after the rehearsal dinner.  The girls to gossip while nursing half a glass of wine for the night and the guys to set the record for most car bomb shots in one sitting.  There was lots of laughing and lots of drinking.  Then there was the drunken sharing of perspectives that always comes the night before a wedding, with all the married men in agreement.  There is something intangible you can’t explain when you know you’re ready to get married.  So while one single friend kept shouting out, “but how do you know?”, all the rest of us could do was nod to each other in an unspoken understanding.  The night out wrapped up with some awful, but delicious, Taco Bell.  After the aforementioned dozing at the computer and subsequent four hour “sleep”, the big day had arrived.