Let's get serious. What are you going to wear?
"You're getting married? when are you getting married? soon? are you getting married soon? am I invited? you have to invite me! did you invite her? you're inviting her? when are you getting married? it's too hot then, too cold then, that's a bad weekend for me, don't get married then, what?"
All I know for certain is the following: 1. Christopher will be there and 2. I will look hot.
In lieu of the Me looking hot thing, I've been looking at dresses. Because I will need one. And many of them, the ones sans bows and lace and puffy skirts and tiaras and tulle tulle tulle ballerina-style with pearls or any sort of off-the-shoulder madness, are very awesome. And of the very awesome ones, I just need to find the one that isn't the down payment on our condo. Christopher is trying to help. "You should get this dress," he said. "It's made out of baby legs."