[Chapter 14:] How to Get Hitched

I get married in 4 days. Can you believe that strool pieta? I am a little overwhelmed to say the least. Not with the thought of marrying Alan, because he is absolutely amazing and quite frankly, the sweetest thing (even more than the delicious java chip frappe-which I had my first of today at the Starbucks outside my parent's house). There is a lot of stuff to do and I just don't know if anyone knows how I feel right now. I think I need a hug.

Also---super gross---but I am breaking out on my CHIN! GAH. I feel like the girl in My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Except I'm Italian mostly, and they just shout rather than take action against the zit. Hilary! Holy crap you have a huge thing on your chin!! My grandma yells at me from the laundry room. You can see it from there? I ask innocently. Holy Hell they can see it in New York City! What are you going to do about it?? Dear God! I hope that goes away in time for the wedding

Ugh! Well, we'll see... Yesterday we went out for the bachelorette party and my sister looked at me and said, "Wouldn't it suck if you died before your wedding?" Oh, Madalyn. How your sarcasm seeps into my soul. I hope these next few dance practices go alright. I'd like to walk away with my heart still beating.

I can't wait for Bermuda. I might cut off all my hair while I'm there. Don't kill me if I do.

Until I'm a Mrs., this is Hilary Hope McHale signing off.

PS. Wedding weight update: My bust size is now 4 inches smaller than it was in my last post. That means I've dropped a poop ton of cleavage in the last couple months. My waist is a 34 and my hips are a 42. Yay Wedding Dress! My final fitting is tomorrow! Hope it still fits!