Yesterday, I met up with two of my friends for drinks in Georgetown. Both of these ladies are recently engaged and in the early stages of planning their 2011 weddings, so naturally there was a lot of wedding chatter. It's no surprise, then, that I had a dream about our wedding last night. (The first of many, I'm sure.)

Most of the wedding dream would probably be more accurately described as a total nightmare. For some reason, I had a whole bunch more bridesmaids (I think they were supposed to be Adam's cousins?), plus apparently six flower girls and two ring bearers (more cousins?). Apparently, all of the bridesmaids who were not my actual bridesmaids hated the dresses I had chosen (even though, in my dream, they had previously okayed them), and also decided that they hated what the kids were wearing, and so on the wedding day, they all showed up wearing completely different clothes. The bridesmaids were in these ugly grey and tan dresses with yellow belts, the flower girls were in poofy mint green dresses, the boys were in some weird knickers with no socks or shoes. The girls all yelled at me for my hideous taste just before the ceremony started. I was upset, but decided we just had to go ahead as planned and everyone got ready to start the ceremony. Instead of calmly walking down the aisle, they all sort of half-ran down it in a jumble, talking to each other and generally ignoring what was going. (We also were not at our regular location, but some barn type area that was totally dirty and gross.) It was basically a disaster.

Then, it was my turn to walk down the aisle. I got to the end of the aisle with my parents on each arm, looked up the aisle and saw Adam standing at the front, and I broke out in a smile so big my cheeks hurt and didn't give a damn about everything else going wrong around me.

In the end, it was a pretty fantastic dream. I can't wait for the real thing.