Pictures, But Only In My Mind

Oh, how I wish I had pictures but please! This is not my computer, it's not a Mac and my camera is in South Georgia somewhere.

Which means....

Well, if I had a picture it would be of me and Lis scratching our heads and trying to figure out how much coffee to put in a coffee urn that holds fifty-five cups of coffee. Even with the help of the internet and our superior brains, it took a while.

Another picture I would love to post is of the wedding cake which is waiting in regal readiness. It is white or ivory (how do you tell?) with dusty rose flowers and green leaves and I told Lis it looks like a chenille bedspread which pleased her no end.

There should, of course, be a picture of Lon, running around doing all the "man" things which means anything requiring a beast of burden and at this point if I were he, I would turn around and bare my teeth and snarl at anyone who so much as dared to ask me a question.

There would also be a picture of the arch Lon and Rodney made for the wedding couple to stand under to say their vows and of the lake behind. There would be pictures of the tent and its tulle decoration and there would be pictures of vats of fruit salad and one huge vat of biscuit dough.

My favorite picture would probably be of the mental one I have from yesterday morning when I got up in complete dishevelment to find Lon and Lis up, having accomplished who-knows-what and all dressed and groomed for a noontime gig an hour away. They played two sets in the broiling, brutal sun (it is in the nineties here and I'm not kidding you) after being up half the night preparing for the wedding and yes, beverages were of course involved. But here they were, coffee-fueled, teeth-gritted, vehicle loaded with instrument and amps and ready to go.

I stayed behind and cut up cartons of melons and strawberries for the fruit salad and fried two pounds of bacon (Yes!) for the quiches. When I got here on Friday, Lis's friend Angie was cutting up massive amounts of peppers and onions and mushrooms, also for the quiches.

Look- the fun has never ended.

I have seen the groom and the bride exactly once. They came by to do a quick run-through rehearsal yesterday. I keep asking Lis what the bride wants about this or that. She shrugs her shoulders and says, "I have no idea."

Here's the funny thing about this picture:

The bride and groom asked Lon and Lis to let them have their wedding here and then let Lon and Lis do everything, pretty much without imput. Type of cake, menu, tent....all up to Lon and Lis.

Is there an opposite to Bridezilla? Because if there is, this bride is she. As far as I know she hasn't even made a request, much less an unreasonable demand.

But I have to say that if anyone in the world can produce a wedding which you know is going to be the most fabulous day of your life, the day that will give you something to look back on with smiles and joy for the very rest of your life, it would be Lon and Lis.

Okay. That's the picture.

See before you three batshit crazy people, trying to decide when to start the fire to start cooking sausages, when to start rolling out dough, how to make coffee in an urn, where to put the trash cans, when to set up the chairs, and how to get in touch with the gal who's bringing the tablecloths because if they don't show up we are shit out of luck.

Oh well.

Picture a beautiful wedding. Because I think it's going to be one.

Hot, sunny, Sunday at noon.

Perfect planning for a picture perfect wedding. (I'm being the teeniest bit sarcastic here but you know me). I think it's going to be beautiful.

Picture me smiling because I am having some damn fun.