You thought it was the 15th of May? Yea, funny, so did I. At least for all of 24 hours.
The deacon called my house this morning to inform me that there was a freakin' booster festival from 6-10pm on May 15th at the fairgrounds directly behind the church. Fantastic.
But we're not changing it yet, because he's going to talk to the booster club director and see if he can make sure that they all park in the back so there are 150 spots for our wedding. Seems to me that doing that before calling the bride-to-be and freaking her out would have been a better idea...
I must say, though, that I love that he called me even though I'm not even the one that's a member of the church. Haha. He must know grooms don't do much planning.
But, we're leaving it the 15th for the time being. If we have to change, we'll go to the 22nd and Paul will just have to deal with it :( I feel bad saying that, because he's going to have a hard enough time getting our friends to his wedding an hour away without having to compete with ours right in town, but we only had the option of four dates...and that's the only other viable one. Sorry, Paul.
Maybe I'll make it up to him by making his a wig of the hair I'm currently pulling out of my head.
Not to be confused with shaving my hair off. I'm not that crazy.