As the Johnny Cash and June Carter song goes, "Time's a Wastin'". Tickets, hotels, rings, invitations, and Elvis songs need to be chosen. What color suspenders, what kinds of shoes, do I need underwear? All of the details weigh heavy on my mind like how a fried peanut butter and banana sandwich weighed on Elvis's arteries. So much left to do with less than a month away. As I work on our invites and this blog today, items are whizzing around the internet and through the mail racing to get here in time. We're happier than we've ever been though because no matter how stressful planning our last minute wedding gets, it will never reach the zenith of stress that is the typical American wedding. We're doing this wedding our way and this blog will be a witness to how fantastic or how crazy an idea this little runaway wedding will be.
- Mike
