In twenty days:
Marriage. An odd thought and strange concept to me. Tannah has already made it clear the he accepts all of us, all of Nambiet, though he may not always accept what we do. I can live with that. A truce it is, then.
The wedding dress is lovely; traditional, which is exactly as I would like it. I do not care for these sleeveless wedding dresses women are wearing these days. It looks too informal. Bruyère's has long lace sleeves and a train, as well, and the bodice is intricately beaded. She somehow convinced her mother to make her "Wedding Converse"...white Converse All-Stars with lace and beading, and small white flowers put upon it. I thought it a rather untraditional request, but the body is pregnant, after all, and there is no reason to put the feet into high heels for six hours.
The honeymoon plans were made, as well. We shall stay at the Paris, Las Vegas for a few days, as an homage to their engagement. Things are coming together: the favors, centerpieces and the like, though we are still far behind with an idea for food to be served, or decorations at teh Hall, or anything to that effect. We have confirmed with the pastor officiating, a man I rather like. Many of the invitees have responded, which is helping the plans along nicely. Bruyère, however, become stressed just like her mother, over the silliest things. They have been at one another's throats for a good week now, over nothing, really. Where to buy petticoats for the dress, and what color should be worn by the matron of honor, things of that nature. Bruyère does not want a bachelorette party, as she says she will simply hold a baby shower in October, instead. Tannah is dreading his bachelor party, as he despises "filthy crack whores" in the strip clubs in town. Really, they only decent one I have seen is Sapphire, which is vastly expensive.
We should pay for our school books today and get working on homework; the wedding will coincide closely to the beginning of the school year. All of this is really far more expensive than we realized.
The wedding dress is lovely; traditional, which is exactly as I would like it. I do not care for these sleeveless wedding dresses women are wearing these days. It looks too informal. Bruyère's has long lace sleeves and a train, as well, and the bodice is intricately beaded. She somehow convinced her mother to make her "Wedding Converse"...white Converse All-Stars with lace and beading, and small white flowers put upon it. I thought it a rather untraditional request, but the body is pregnant, after all, and there is no reason to put the feet into high heels for six hours.
The honeymoon plans were made, as well. We shall stay at the Paris, Las Vegas for a few days, as an homage to their engagement. Things are coming together: the favors, centerpieces and the like, though we are still far behind with an idea for food to be served, or decorations at teh Hall, or anything to that effect. We have confirmed with the pastor officiating, a man I rather like. Many of the invitees have responded, which is helping the plans along nicely. Bruyère, however, become stressed just like her mother, over the silliest things. They have been at one another's throats for a good week now, over nothing, really. Where to buy petticoats for the dress, and what color should be worn by the matron of honor, things of that nature. Bruyère does not want a bachelorette party, as she says she will simply hold a baby shower in October, instead. Tannah is dreading his bachelor party, as he despises "filthy crack whores" in the strip clubs in town. Really, they only decent one I have seen is Sapphire, which is vastly expensive.
We should pay for our school books today and get working on homework; the wedding will coincide closely to the beginning of the school year. All of this is really far more expensive than we realized.
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