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I am discovering that the mother of the bride has one single job: to drive the bride absolutely fucking batty.  I just got off the phone with my mother, who has announced that she wants to stay at a non-casino hotel (no biggie, there are plenty here) that my stepdad can use his points at (narrows it down to 2) that has the shuttle from the airport and to the strip.  Ok.  Here’s the problem with that: the hotel she decided on, while convenient to the strip, airport, and of course me, is not really near anything convenient.  It’s next to a business park.  There will be nothing for her to do after the last strip shuttle, which is really early for this town.  Oh, and she’s thinking she’s gonna hitch a ride with my dad after they take the same flight out here and my dad rents a car.  They’ve only been divorced for 30 years now, but she thinks she knows what I want for my color scheme, so she’s gonna pick out a new tie for my dad.  She says she’s really good at picking out ties.  If she makes my dad look like a schmuck then he’s going without the noose, which I’m sure he’ll appreciate when it’s a hundred and fucking degrees out.

As much as I would love to have more of my family out here for my actual wedding, I did have to tell my mom to stop telling people they can come.  I will be happy to see them, but I am so NOT happy with my mom taking over my wedding plans.  The shindig here is going to be small - as in, we’re having the reception at a small Eye-talian restaurant and only making reservations for about 30.  The rest of the place is open, and we won’t get a private room.  There isn’t really one available, and even if the bar area that’s being built is open by the time of the wedding, we don’t want to ask them to close the place down on a Saturday night just for us.  We’re already having the reception after the dinner rush as it is.

The whole point of the wedding tour was so that my mom could get all Momzilla and plan something back there, so that I don’t have to and I can still celebrate with my entire family.  She is NOT to get Momzilla for the Vegas edition.  When I got off the phone with her this evening, FH asked me if I wanted to start drinking now.  I might need to.  And take muscle relaxers so that I can chill the fuck out over all this.  He said that he’s never heard me talk to my mom like that, but if I don’t put my foot down, I’m not going to get my wedding the way I want it.  *sigh*  I guess all brides go through this with their mothers, right?

On the plus side, I did order a really nice skirt to go with my corset, so that’s out of the way.  I also stopped at Ulta and let the saleslady put some of that Bare Minerals makeup on me.  I usually hate wearing makeup, but I can’t go totally barefaced on my wedding day.  I’d heard good stuff about Bare Minerals, so I was willing to let the clerk graffiti my face.  I’ll be getting the starter kit on my next payday.  Shoes will be easy - even with my super skinny foot.  I’m wearing black patent pumps, so I pretty much know where I can find them in my size.  And at that same mall, I know of a kiosk where I should be able to find some options for my hair.  I tried on the veil and while I like it, I don’t love it - especially enough to spend more than I spent on the skirt for something that will only be on my head bugging me for maybe 30 minutes of my life.

Tomorrow we pick up our little trial cake, which will be cool.  We also need to do the guest list and order invitations, which will be done online.  I found some really nice ones, and they’re a bit contemporary and really nice - different but not “out there” if you know what I mean.  We still need to get the marriage license, but considering that the county clerk’s office is open till midnight during the week and 24 hours on the weekend, we don’t doubt that we’ll have time.  And Sunday, even though it’s Easter, we’re dragging the realtor out to look at more houses.  Happy times.

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