Dreaming
I hit another milestone: My first wedding-related nightmare.
Okay, nightmare is a little strong. Unpleasant dream would be more accurate.
And it wasn’t actually about the wedding. Instead, it was about some sort of one-year-til gathering that we were having. Everyone important (family, friends, those types) got a room at the Wake Robin so that we could do a bunch of planning stuff.
But I got the wrong room. And I was all set up in the wrong room and ready to share it with Kara when I remembered James was coming and we were supposed to be in the honeymoon suite.
So I dragged all my stuff there, but the sheets hadn’t been changed and the cleaning crew had left for the day.
And then everyone showed up: Mom, cousins, friends, all hanging out in our hotel room. And James said he just wanted some time alone with me. He asked if we could go out for drinks.
So I try to get everyone out of the room and notice that James is now missing. When I find him, he says, “Don’t make everyone go. I’m trying to hang out with them.”
I woke up a ball of stress.
This weekend is trying on wedding dresses in Boston. I’m going to try to take some photos, but these boutiques can be pretty strict about that. They don’t want you to copy the design somewhere else, or find it online. Would I do that? 
