The past two nights in a row, I started to have weird zonky wedding dreams, including a completely recast set of parents and in-laws (whom I don’t recognize), and a venue I’ve never laid eyes on in real life that looked like it was straight out of some fictional Hamptons party from Gossip Girl. With fugly carpeting.
The last dream I had (on Thursday night/early morning) involved everyone being like “The wedding’s this weekend, come on guys!” and me being confused since we have yet to pick a photographer or flowers.
Huh.
Guess it’s time to start interviewing photographers and florists. And going to bed earlier.
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