Eighteen Days to go...

Okay eighteen days, two roasted pigs, one deck and five doors (side jobs) until I get married. This is my third post about being busy, so I feel like misc. excuses are wearing thin so It thought I'd be specific about things. I'd never imagined men could get to be as involved in weddings as women, but I'd be proven wrong.

To set the record straight, the list of things that will allow me to have a good wedding day are as follows:

• She says "yes"
• I get Budweiser in a can at the reception (I'll probably have to sneak it in but that's okay, I've been doing it for so long that my wedding shouldn't be any different)
• I hear songs that I like at the reception

That's it. I don't really care if the food is good. I could care less if the flower boy or my father aren't wearing the same suit as the wedding party (sorry no tuxedos for me). I don't care if I trip walking out of the church and split my head open, well maybe that one might suck but you get the idea.

The bachelor party is this Saturday (hence the pigs) so we'll see what comes of it. Suffice to say that I'm burnt out, bled dry and ready to be done with weddings. Though I'm looking quite forward to marriage.