I realized during the rehearsal -- I forgot the marriage license! It's currently sitting in our apartment, about 30 miles away. I actually said "Holy s*t," right in the middle of the church, when the minister asked for it. My brother, and his girlfriend (aka the Best Man and Director of Vegetarian Affairs) are on their way to Brooklyn to pick it up, along with Kevin's checkbook (need to pay the photog and the organist!). Then there was the argument over where people would meet, what time they'd get to the church, and how.
Oh, and my mother thought that since the wedding's at 11, I should walk down the aisle at 11:15. WTF? The minister and I had to shut that down pretty quickly. The invitations said 11:00, and that's when I plan on starting my walk down the aisle. I know in some cultures, an 11:00 wedding means the ceremony starts at 11:15, or even noon, but that's not my culture.
Other than that, I'm not stressing out too much. Even though one of my (fake) thumbnails just broke. I just put some white nail polish on the tip, and I'm hoping I'm the only one who notices.
*Sigh* Xanax is my friend tonight.