The show must go on!

Exhausted as hell, Sonny and I managed to get every single last minute detail taken care of that day. It was amazing. We were puttering around purely on a joyous high. The realization that we wouldn't have to fake it or scheme. Saturday would be our wedding day.

And it was. I suppose I've exhausted my own supply of enthusiasm and outrage. The day is 2 weeks behind Sonny and I. Two weeks. Looking back it feels like a dream. The pictures captured the two of us, smiling, or faces cramping with five people crouching in the lobby to get a good shot. I was too harried to feel like a celebrity or a "princess". I knew the number of the things that could go wrong, and tried to swerve to avoid them at every turn. Even now, I'm feeling the backwash of bitterness felt by certain people. I'm not myself today. Not feeling too well. Please excuse me...