Cowboy Diaries – The Wedding Chronicles Part 2

Hey Diary!

It's me again...wedding boy. I'm ready for some more therapy. Remember last time when I detailed my first leap into wedded bliss planning by telling you about the invitations? Well, that was a piece of wedding cake compared to what I'm going through now.

Now adding to my hypertension, Honey informs me that we need to eat at this shindig. And if that wasn't bad enough, we also have to provide enough for everyone. Normally, I'd just call my mom who has been taking care of my appetital needs on and off for the past four decades, but even she rolled her eyes on this one. I thought she loved me. "Time to grow up, Troy!" Time to call in the professionals.

Vegas just sounds better all the time.

I actually have been given a task that requires footwork...charm...understanding...reasoning - four skills that have never gotten me noticed, my dearest diary. Honey was more than understanding, letting me nod and agree my way through the last round, but clearly those glory days are over. She really expects me to help! Help! But does she really? My ideas for Bronco Blue and Orange as our wedding colors including the jello shots and monogrammed beer bongs went absolutely nowhere...but she'll trust me with the menu?! What have I gotten myself into to?

Okay, just because I love her and want our best fights to come after we're hitched, I will do this. I will track down caterers and other food service notables. I will skip out on my 4 hours of television and 10 hours of sleep a day to show that I care about our fare. I will scour the ends of Casper to create a banquet suitable for My One and Only and all our other guests who I'm sure would be happy with just booze. That goes for my side, at least.

In closing, diary, this will be my biggest challenge yet. She just reminded me that we're almost at the 4-month mark. Gulp! I think I will be pouring out my thoughts to you more and more in the coming days and weeks. I know another chore is right around the corner...possibly even before this one is done. Oh, the humanity! I'd better stop now. I think one of my caterers is calling.

Yours Unruly,

Cowboy Troy