Busy. Insanely busy.
Planning a wedding is crazy-making enough, but there’s a certain kind of crazy that comes from planning your own. I imagine creating someone else’s party, with a certain level of detachment, is just like throwing a bigass party. But when it’s yours, there’s all kinds of other crap that gets wrapped up in it. Cuz it’s not just a party, it’s the rest of your life in front of everyone you know. You know?
Anyways, I’m making a bunch of shit since I’m not working during the summer and, you know, getting married.
Like these bad boys.