triskellian

Since we're having this brief stop-off at home before heading off to Gatwick tonight, I just want to say that smiorgan and I are exhausted, happy, and thoroughly married :-) Thanks so much to everyone who came and celebrated with us - we had a wonderful time!

Everyone who took photos (and was there anyone who didn't?) - we'd be terribly grateful if you'd burn us a CD or get us an extra set of prints (which we'll pay for), and we'll put the 'official' photos up for all to see when we get back.

Yay!

*I've still got ITEOTWAWKI(AIFF) - the last dance - going round my head. kauket and onebyone, you did a storming job :-)

There's a whole bunch of stuff preying on my mind, as you might expect. Things to do, things to mentally assimilate, decisions to make, still, and so on.

But today, the thing that's mostly preying on my mind is that I have a dental appointment at 4 pm. I haven't been to the dentist since I was a teenager, when the practice I had been attending closed and transferred its books to another practice on the other side of town. I never quite got round to going there.

I'm not scared of dentists. Not really. Not in the grand scheme of things. I worked with dentists for several years, writing reports about the way their practices operated, sitting in on other people's appointments, eavesdropping at reception, advising on fee structures, patient communications and all that sort of stuff. I know what goes on, I've heard horror stories, and I've seen good practice. I've visited more dental practices than I can remember. So I'm not scared.

But I haven't been for a long time. There was nothing wrong with my teeth when I was a child, and the most dental work I've had done before was the removal of one tooth, for reasons I can't remember. I brush my teeth twice a day with an electric toothbrush, I mostly drink water and my teeth don't hurt. But.

I throw 'favourites' about with wild abandon. I can often be heard claiming all sorts of things as 'one of my favourite things'. So, in my own personal example of the dilution of the language, I no longer seem to have adequate words to describe ( how I was feeling at about 5pm on Sunday )

The weekend has been action-packed. On Friday, smiorgan and I went to see ( Prisoner of Azkaban. )

On Saturday, I drove into London to collect kauket for another bridesmaid dress fitting, with a ( minor incident on the motorway on the way )

I took kauket to Luton for her dress fitting, and then she, blondeccgirl and I went up to Milton Keynes in search of ( underwear and shoes to wear to the wedding. )

On arrival back in Oxford, kauket and I met up with smiorgan and onebyone, to talk about ( wedding music. )

And then on Sunday, in the pouring rain, ( we went into London to see the Chilis play Hyde Park. )

No, OK, I'm really not. But in the last twenty-four hours I have set events in motion to ensure that:

1. There will be guests at the wedding
2. I will have something to wear

The first of those was pretty nerve-wracking: I've sent the invitations to the printers. I read and re-read and re-re-read the text. I got my colleague to read the text. I found and corrected one error. I'm still worried that there's something terribly wrong with them - perhaps I've misspelt my name, or smiorgan's. I got my colleague to read the print instructions to make sure I'm being clear about how many copies, what size, how to cut them, what stock to print them on. It's all the worst of my professional anxieties about sending a piece off to print after I've spent a lot of time working on it, combined with all of my personal anxieties about general wedding stuff. <calms down with an effort> But it'll be OK. If there are mistakes, we can just re-print them, and it won't be the end of the world.

The second one was much less stress-inducing. Our next dressmaking session is going to be combined with an evening of watching Buffy. M and I share a love of the show which neither of our partners quite understand, and we horrified his partner by spending an entire previous dressmaking session listening to the soundtrack of 'Once More With Feeling' over and over again, all day.

On top of all that extremely hard work, we've got music, of both the live and recorded varieties, safely palmed off onto some kind and generous volunteers, all of whom we love very much <looks around to check they're taking note of how wonderful we think they are>, and the bridesmaids' dresses are moving along nicely. Only five million and six things left on the 'to do' list now!