12 Days

Jen is leaving for New York tomorrow, and we still haven't heard definitively on her dress. Apparently, the morons at the manufacturer did not rush the order, nor did they overnight it, despite explicit instructions to do so. Now we have only 12 days to have the dress altered, and for four of those Jen will be 2,000 miles away.
Other than the usual stress, things are going well. I understand Josh has arranged for my bachellor party to be this upcoming Saturday, and he has contacted all my guy friends, though I am not sure if he told anybody what time this thing is supposed to start.
The last few details are about to fall into place, and if the dress works out, it's all details from here - unfortunately the details are the ones you tend to fight about beforehand, it seems. It's been a rough couple of weeks, but it's almost over. Almost.