So sleeping the entire way from SFO to BOS was probably a bad idea yesterday; as was having a cup of DD’s coffee as soon as I arrived. It’s that damn stall in the baggage claim area - it’s impossible to bypass after being DD-less on the West Coast. It must be the smell they pipe in somehow. I will say that I am proud of myself for forgoing the Maple Glazed Donut, despite it being primo-season for such a treat.
I couldn’t sleep last night. I tossed and turned in bed; tried playing some sudoku to make myself sleepy, checked facebook updates to see what was up, even tried the whole closing eyes, relaxing and meditating thing. I think starting to blog and being excited about truly beginning to plan for the wedding was too exciting for me.
Truly, though, three questions in specific bothered me as I tried to drift off:
1) Privacy. How do I handle privacy with this blog? Should I let the blog be something that’s just out there, in Cyberspace, for anyone to see? Can I restrict it to just friends? What about people with whom I haven’t talked about the wedding? And, most of all, what about people I mention? I quickly downloaded the tumblr app on my iPhone (getting out of bed and braving the cold out by the computer wasn’t an option) and logged into the account. I was able to remove Ms. Katharina’s last name pretty easily as it appeared early enough in that last entry. But I couldn’t get my little screen to scroll down to Michelle’s name. So I sacrificed her privacy for the night (sorry Mitchell!) and corrected the name this morning, figuring that since the blog just came into existence, there was little chance someone other than a friend would read it before I rendered her lastnameless.
For now, I’ll put the blog name out there when people ask for it… but part of me feels silly posting it to my facebook account because, honestly, it’s a wedding planning blog. And though I know a few of you poor souls have signed on in support, not all of my 700 closest (fb) friends could give a hoot about my wedding, let alone inane information about the planning of it… but I suppose it’s something I’m putting out there so whomever among my friends is interested can follow along, and the rest can just quickly tune out.
2) Purity. What’s with the random shoe posting? Well, it was related to the whole race-running metaphor… but then I just started blabbing (remember, this whole wedding planning thing is just a front to get that Nike sponsorship). But I will most definitely do a lot of random non-wedding-related blabbing at many points in the future. Is this okay? Can I deviate off topic so recklessly? I’m leaning towards yes. First of all, it could get boring to just read about how best to fold wedding reception napkins and apply the perfect amount of bridal spray tan (I kid. And if you didn’t realize that, we need to reassess our friendship.) Every now and then, I’m gonna have something to say (what, me???) on various other topics. So purity be gone. I suppose I’ll have to wear a cream-colored dress, after all.
3) Precipitance. This is a fancy word that thesaurus.com tells me can mean “surprise” - and who doesn’t like a good alliteration? The wedding planning guides warn you not to let guests know too much about the impending Big Day. “You want to keep elements a surprise, to heighten the drama.” Okay, first of all, heighten the what?? Ha! I should hope I won’t need help being dramatic in the days leading up to the Big Day. And secondly, after discussing this with my dear, wise fiancé, why not share information with guests… let some of you who will bother to read this keep up with how things develop so that you can feel more informed and clued in on the weekend of the events? We probably won’t get around to talking about every last detail on the blog, and even if we do… it’ll be like collaborating with you (ahem - many future comments please!) on a big production.
So… that’s how I’ve come down on those topics. But I must admit they did keep me up for some time last night. Hopefully I’ll sleep better tonight - but let me know if you disagree with some of the decisions.
