My sister & I, in London last July…she’s the pretty one. 
I’m nervous as hell, and it’s not even my wedding!
I have to give away the bride. I have to give a reading during the service. I HATE HATE HATE dancing in front of people (I am a big…VERY BIG…klutz). My suit is hanging in the closet, and just looking at it makes me start to sweat.
God, I just want the day to fly by and be over.
I’m going to need many stiff drinks at the reception. Fortunately, it’s an open bar. 
So, if you’re reading this, wish me luck. If I make it, I’ll try to post something in the manner of an “I survived” message on Saturday. Keep your fingers crossed…
