It seemed like an update was in order, although nothing much is going on. Actually, I did get that church thing straightened out ("Oh, we thought you were a new couple, sorry") and I did buy some ridiculously cheap invitations that I just love. People keep trying to shush me when I tell them where I bought them from and for how much (Wal*Mart, $20 for a pack of 50 invites, including RSVP cards w/envelopes.) Just like they shush me when I explain that my beautiful orange leather handbag is faux Tod's. ("You don't have to tell!" they exclaim. "Just let people think it's real!" ... Yeah, I guess I could do that. But for this Chinese girl there is more glory in getting an excellent-quality replica for $80 USD than there is in pretending my bag is real.)

Of course the invitations need to be prettied up - little bows or tiny rhinestones, something that will add a little color, a whisper of bling. OH and I saw a teal dress the other day that made me seriously rethink my colors (claret and pink). Too bad teal is not Valentiney. If I gave up my Valentine theme, I might as well have given up my date in favor of getting the first-choice church. (We are not getting married on Valentine's DAY, FYI. I am not narcissistic enough to make 400 people gaze at a 3-tier cake and a slideshow of us on a day they'd rather be gazing into each others' eyes.)

Well, that's about it. I need to go dress shopping for my 'maids, shirt shopping for his dudes, and start buckling down on our menu. The Hilton has some fabulous menus that are seafood-heavy, but reckoning with shellfish allergies is taking all the fun out of those. Looks like almost every dish is going to feature ... chicken.

I really loved Marjorie Williams' essay, "Reader, I Married" in which she explains how she and her husband, Tim, arrived at their wedding choices. For the food, they simply ordered only foods they liked. This is not to say they didn't take elderly guests' shellfish allergies into consideration, just that the non-shellfishy dishes were required to be dishes that the couple enjoyed. Good rule of thumb. I wonder if it's too diva to lay down one rule: NO MUSHROOMS on our menu. Would it not be grand to have the first Chinese meal (of bazillions I'm sure) of our marriage one that I don't have to sift and pick through?

Hm. Thinkies.