Less than 5 months now....

I cannot f-ing believe it is coming so fast.

We started planning the bachelorette party this week. It's been decided that a trip to Catalina in September would be the ticket. Lovely Jenna, the MOH, sent out an email to the "ladies" this week and so far there are 11 people confirmed. I feel pretty bad that I won't be able to invite everyone to the wedding. The guest list is really getting out of control. The Turf Club has a maximum capacity of 220 for a seated dinner. Its gonna be hard to trim when the existing list of 242 still doesn't include many of Mike's family. AND, since his pops is paying for the food, I feel obligated to invite more of the Mejia family.

We also have not spoken to anyone at the catering company because, once again, Mike feels the need to talk to his insiders at the fairgrounds before I can make contact. I feel like such a nag, constantly asking him if he was able to talk to anyone yet. I don't like feeling this way. We have had a discussion about this on 2 prior occasions. I told him that I am ok with doing everything myself but if he wants to help, it needs to be done on time. Waiting for a month or 6 weeks to contact the catering company is not gonna fly. Those decisions need to be made so the people paying the bills have plenty of warning as to how much they are going to have to fork over.

I don't mean to be bitching about Mike. He is really doing a lot of work on our house and the yard trying to get everything to look nice for when we have a bunch a people there on October 10th for the rehearsal dinner. It is definitely going to be a giant project and getting it done will be a challenge. I think we can do it though.

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