Decisions, decisions, decisions, decisions...

Anyone who knows me well will be quite impressed by this: Last night I made about 18 decisions.


Wedding related.

In under 20 minutes.

That's right.

Last night, Ed and I went to the Smithville Inn to make enough "choices" to almost send me into a bridezilla-esque frenzy: Appetizers, salads, meals, beers, liquors, cake, linens, bridal lineups, programs or no programs, seating, head tables, ceremony style, placecards, flowers, decorations...

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Holy crap where are all my pretty magazines!!!! THEY CONTAIN ALL THE ANSWERS!!!

I took a deep breath, and remained calm. Joy, our site coordinator, is a very patient woman.

I do have to admit, some of the decisions came easily. The hot appetizers, for example, were a cinch. Sesame chicken, pigs in a blanket (or whatever their fancy name is), some salmon spinach pastry puff thingys, and meatless quiche (for our favorite veggie Ryan).

From there we moved onto salad -- tossed or Caesar?

"Tossed," Ed and I agreed.

Entrees -- there were a few, but we had already picked them early on.

"Prime rib and chicken marsala," I said.

Joy marked her file.

Hmm, this ain't so bad. Things seemed to be moving along swimmingly.

Then the choices came flying.

"Now your cake," Joy said. She pulled out a book from Minos Bakery (google them - they rock the house).

Each cake was numbered. Round. Square. Sugar flowers or real? Fondant or buttercream?

Um....

As I tried to decide, Joy pulled out a seating chart.

"Now you don't have to worry about this yet," she said.

Thank God.

"But hang onto it for later," she said.

Yup. Sure. Still trying to pick a cake. White on white desing or color? White beading detail or floral detail? How many levels tall?
"Now we have to decide who is walking with who," she said. Now, are you putting people together according to height, or...

Um, Chocolate on the outside? Vanilla or chocolate cake? Vanilla between the layers? Tiers or no tiers? Do people actually PICK the raspberry flavored one??

Oh, Joy actually wanted answers.

I'm really not good at this.

"Um, 15," I said.

I showed cake 15 to Ed. He shrugged his shoulders. Men.

But I continued to flip between cake 12 and cake 15. Will I regret my choice? Is cake 12 the cake of my childhood dreams?

Will anyone give a flying crap?

Hopefully not. It is an open bar and Ed and I come from a long line of healthy drinkers.

So it is cake 15. And we have chosen food and beer. I even chose some beautiful chair covers (see photo - right) - my colors!! Ivory with taupe bows!! Wow, that was fun!

And we will let our parents hash out who is not sitting with who in magical family land.

We are halfway on our way. The countdown clock Liz gave me: 177 days. 3 hours. 53 minutes. 16 seconds.

15 seconds.

14 seconds.

I'm going to go pop a Pepcid.