All that's missing is the kitchen sink.

So as Steve pointed out in his blog on the 15th, Patrick and I will be getting married on September 5th–a date that is rapidly approaching (did you catch the pun?)–and wedding plans are nearly complete. I had never realized how much planning would be going into the wedding, from contacting musicians to planning dinners and picking out flowers, dresses, and ties, and have been very grateful over the summer for the moments I have been able to steal away from work here in the office to conquer detail after detail.

Most people are shocked when I tell them I live in a tent, but you can hardly imagine their expressions when they find out that I am also acting as wedding planner from my nylon castle. Now, its true that when you’re in a tent lacking desks, chairs, and bug-less lighting ”Some Assembly Required” wedding invitations take on a whole new meaning. And try explaining to your hairstylist that daily shampooing and conditioning just isn’t an option because you regularly bathe in the river with organic soap, and the nearest showers cost $1.00 every three minutes. I don’t even think about shaving my hairy legs, which has been the chagrin of every bridal gown consultant I have yet had the joy of encountering. It has also been a trick convincing relatives that we really don’t need many gifts, because they just won’t fit in the tent.

But things aren’t all bad. We get Wi-Fi, so Internet research has been a breeze. Paying no rent means being able to skip off guilt-free to our favorite fancy restaurants for a good dinner when the planning gets just too stressful. And the mountains are always around, telling you to just take a deep breath. In fact, I would recommend tent wedding planning to any bride who is just trying to make it to the big day.