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Trystan's POV:
Any write-up of our wedding properly begins a week before the event. You know how, when you're a senior in high school, in the last semester before graduation? After you've already been accepted to college and your grades don't matter that much. The weather is fine, and you're itching to get outta class and off to your last vacation as a carefree kid. Everyone calls this condition "senior-itis."
Well, both Thomas and I had pure wedding-itis for weeks before the wedding. We were aching to be done with all the wedding tasks -- the errands, the reminder phone calls and emails, the final payments and follow-ups with vendors, the last fittings and accessory-checks -- and get on to our glorious honeymoon in Jamaica. We needed a vacation bad, and our workdays were filled with Instant Messages back and forth about the current weather conditions in Negril and the "in exactly 10 days, we'll be married" milestones.
Thomas' POV:
It's entirely too painful to look at pictures of your dream destination while suffering the daily routine at work. Actually, many of my thoughts during the last few days before the wedding went something like "Wow -- I could be getting wedding errands done at home instead of working ... hrmm .... .
Trystan's POV:
I worked the Monday and Tuesday before our wedding, and planned to go back to the office one day after we returned from our honeymoon -- making for exactly two weeks of vacation from all things Riffage. When I left work Tuesday night (late, of course), I swore to everyone there that I wouldn't even think of riffage.com until I came back -- with the exception that five people from the office would be at the wedding itself.
Thomas' POV:
Alas, I toughed it out one day longer than Trystan that week. Alternately, I was half-expecting a cake/champagne celebration to be thrown for me by my work colleagues, largely because I'd just thrown one for Mike, and he hinted at at least trying to throw one for me. The celebration never happened, and Mike hasn't said anything regarding it, he may have just forgotten ... maybe there's one to come. Whatever. No problem, mon. I was just happy to leave early on my last day ...
Trystan's POV:
The Wednesday before the wedding, I ran all kinds of errands. Thomas was still at work -- he took Thursday and Friday off before the wedding, along with one day afterwards. I went to the doctor and the optometrist (to get my third pair of trial lenses and last, best hope of not wearing my glasses at the wedding itself). I bought backup stockings (black velvet thigh-highs from Hot Topic). I did stuff online. I packed up and copiously labeled everything we needed to deliver to the Capital Club the next day (their staff was putting out the ceremony items and some of the table items; our florist was setting up the centerpiece candles and aisle bows; I put everything in separate boxes labeled with our names and the room the items needed to be in).
Thomas' POV:
Somewhat embarrased to admit it, I squeezed out the last bit of work I had to do on the song devoted to the wedding's first dance, Forever Angel. Three hours of vocal work and another two or so for editing and mixing and the song was done. Whew ...
Trystan's POV:
Thursday we ran more errands and cleaned house. We got the marriage license, which was one of the most painless wedding prep activities of all. 20 minutes at the Santa Clara County Clerk/Recorder's Office and $73 later, and we were just three signatures away from being married. We delivered all the stuff to the Capital Club and paid them the last hunk o' cash. Kevin, the club's catering director, kept telling us how impressed he was with our organizational powers. My last errand for the day was finding one of the new dollar coins, which seemed to be flying out of banks pretty fast.
 on to Part 2
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