Okay, planning a wedding is a full time task list of minutae threatening to eat your life. (Despite your life being so all consuming it's threatening to eat your wedding). And this is a casual affair, people. We're having a barbeque. In the backyard.
Though, you know, in the backyard has problems of its own. For example: Oh Crap! There's going to be a hundred of my closest family and friends in my house and I haven't gone after the dust bunnies since, uhm, never! On the upside, I've found a cake solution, have a dress/shoes/whatever to wear (though P still doesn't know what he's wearing), we have rings, I have chairs and tables reserved (people can sit! On something other than the grass!), and I've ordered lighting stuff for the yard. I'll be cooking for several days in the lead up.... which may mean dust bunnies be damned. Everyone look in the other direction, please. We haven't totally sorted out the music issue yet... but I've decided not to take this advice:
On the GW campus:
Girl: "I am going to kill the next person who has 'Another One Bites The Dust' as their wedding march. And that is only a sample of how tacky this wedding was."