Stuff to do in the 115 days before our blessed matrimonial amalgamation
May19
- pick stage i: ceremony venue
- book stage i: ceremony venue
- go to the Town Hall and prove that M’s not getting his wed on for money or citizenship through the cunning application of probing questions, such as “what is R’s address” (Dear internet, he got this bit wrong).
- choose and wrangle and book stage iii: afterparty venue
- I want the Deaf Institute
- I don’t want the Deaf Institute. “80 person capacity” my bum
- come up with some sort of alternate afterparty long list then
- stop calling it an “afterparty” please
- get some wedding rings
- book stage ii: restaurant
- pick invitations
- buy invitations
- send invitations
- purchase large amount of booze
- choose vows. Am I obeying? Does it look like it?
- pick some readings
- pick some readers for readings
- find something to wear
- lose, like, 20lb
- find something else to wear
- find something for M to wear that isn’t a) a cape, b) shorts or c) channeling David Carradine
- find large and comical hat for mother to wear
- book makeup artist (yes, I am having a makeup artist. Shut the hell up)
- find and capture hairdresser who isn’t complete fuckwit
- learn to make origami lotus without getting migraine
- book extremely lowbrow, no-culture honeymoon week in sunny apartment with hot and cold running sangria, houseboys
- choose variety of suitable music for pre-ceremony / post-ceremony / general milling about (an absolute veto on Led Zeppelin’s Kashmir, all Thomas Dolby)
- in lieu of thousand-pound photographer, purchase large amount of vintage film cameras, try not to be overcome by twee
can i still do a short german DJ set?
Of course! If we find a place with a commandeerable DJ booth, that is. Or a walkman we can hold up to a mic. I hate the TROF now. Cry.