Yes, twelve. That's the number of days until the wedding. The stress is getting to some people, most notably my mother and The Peach. These two ladies are working really hard on everything and I just hope that the whole show goes right for them, so they feel good and know their work was not in vain. Myself, I'm doing okay. It's a little worrisome, thinking about all the stuff that still needs to get done, even though I know we've got most of it under control. I still think that there's something that's going to go wrong, that even with all the planning and all the work something will go awry at the wedding. I was talking to Fee and NinjaStolz about it a few weeks ago, and they said to me, "Don't worry about it! Every wedding we go to we have a great time, and afterwards the people say 'Oh my god, didn't you notice everything that went wrong?' Nobody notices, it's just a few small problems and it all gets worked out in the end."
Me, though, I keep thinking that it's like a long trip that you need to pack for, and you make yourself a list, and you do your best to work through that list and get everything done. And then, when you get to the airport, there's a security problem with your bag. So you open it up, and that's when you realize that all you've packed is pants. Only pants. In the carry-on: more pants. In the shaving kit: one pair of rolled-up pants. In your wallet, instead of money? Tiny little pair of pants. It's not rational, but that's what I worry about. I'm going to get to the ceremony, and there'll be nothing but pants as far as the eye can see.