Final Freak ( i hope )

i was trying to get ready for the rehearsal dinner, but for some reason, J's ENTIRE family was in the room I was trying to get ready in. The wouldn't let me get ready, they kept badgering me, and asking me questions, so i had to be sort of mean to them so I could get them to leave me alone. and then, i kept losing things, and dropping things in the toilet, to where nothing was going right. Then some guy named johnny who had a bloody hand played a song at the bar of the place (which i could hear)whose words are "we are waiting on you, it is YOUR dinner" and then paris hilton was telling me what to do, and she and her boyfriend found my broken blush, and though it would be funny to mix it in with some some other makeup that wasn't mine which rendered it unusable. I saw it and said "that's my blush!" and she just laughed. and then, they all left without me, and then J came to get me, and he was mad at me because i was rude to his family and walked into the rehearsal dinner without me, which was extremely upsetting.

I woke up screaming "I hate Paris Hilton. I fucking hate her!" but really, who doesn't? Now I just have a good reason.....

Countdown

DUDE. I am getting married in 3 days.

need I say more? actually, I could, but really, I haven't the time. Except for, apparently, typing extraneous commas.

Freak out continued:

we are at the hotel we reserved for all the guests, and I inexplicably decide to wear my dress to the all-you-can-eat-breakfast-buffet downstairs on the day of. They take away all the food when I get there, so there's nothing to eat, and I am complaining "but I'm the bride!" Then I go back, and do get tiny pots of food, including some kind of salsa, and i get mad at my 'maids because they are letting me carry it hella far away from my body so i don't watch it drip on my dress (because of course it is dripping like mad). Then, i don't even eat the soupy red mess, and head back upstairs (because NOW i decide it isn't a good idea to be wearing THE DRESS to the breakfast buffet) but the hotel has "unfolded" all the rooms and turned them into a huge shopping mall (this is apparently standard behavior for the hotel during the day). So, i am running through the mall with my bra saying things like "i don't fucking care, i will drop my drawers in Foot Locker so help me God!"

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I hope that at least this is providing some entertainment value. I would hate to be losing my mind for naught....

more freak out

i was at a dinner party with my newly married friends Jen and Kris. Kris was disallowing Jen to come down early to help me before my wedding, and actually refusing to let her come at all. I cried, and left the dinner party with J, in an elephant on wheels (J drove, he knows how to drive standard now, people) while we talked about it. We came back to the dinner party, no one noticed we'd left, and then all these other people showed up. I woke up with an extreme (albeit irrational) hatred of Jen's new husband. But I am sure that will wear off.