Details details details

Now is the point when the details are starting to overwhelm me. . .

Ear, I found out that due to changes in the band, they are no longer available for our wedding date. ARGH!!!!

I talked with many of the recently wed folks I worked with, who had done combinations of friend’s bands, PA system rentals with iPods, and Spotify. I was sorely tempted to save a thousand bucks or so by renting a PA system, and using Spotify and/or a laptop or iPod for the music. We could build the playlist in advance, or even use one of the new Wedding music or jukebox apps that allow you to build a playlist but still take requests. And maybe, if that was the one DIY project we were doing, I would have brought that option to the fiance. But, I don’t want to ask even more of my friends and family to help, by guest dj’ing, or picking up the system, or policing the playlist. I would really need to ask someone to give up their night to MC. While it’s very tempting to save money here, music is so key to the overall vibe and flow to the party that its worth it to invest in a dj who will ensure the night goes smoothly. Fortunately, a dj I had found before we decided to book the band still  had our date available! And, to top it off, he sings as well, so our guests will still be serenaded by live music!


Now that the music has been (re)figured out,  there are a whole host of other details. . .

I had figured, that with a buffet, people get up to fetch their own food, and they can then toss their own plates in the recycling bin (current plan is to use these surprisingly classy recyclable black plastic plates). Mom and dad pointed out that people will end up with piles of plates with traces of bbq on them left at the tables, which won’t leave room for cupcakes at coffee later on. We need to have people to bus the tables! And who will make the coffee?

***insert cash register “Cha-ching” sound here***

There were many more things that mom and dad (well, probably mostly mom) had thought of, that hadn’t even crossed my mind. Dave, my wonderful fiance, saw my eyes getting wider and wider as the panic grew. . . .he rubbed my shoulders and commented that since I’d been doing such a great job with the planning so far, he’d stepped back. Now, he was ready to help. He has, after all, planned many functions far larger than our wedding.

My partner in wedding planning and my partner for the rest of my life. How lucky am I?