I've held off on writing much about our engagement party. It's very difficult to do, because it was all so overwhelming. We spent the morning doing this:

(That's my man, finishing his 5.7 mile leg in 45 minutes.)

(I took 63 minutes to finish my 6 mile leg.)
So finally, we finished the race and headed home to shower and get ready. But since we were waiting for the rest of our teams to finish, we headed out to the finish line. Which was a mess, and a disaster, and they didn't even have the right medals. Plus, it was rainy and cold. So finally we went back to our place and Mark and his folks went to take the light rail to the parking lot where his parents parked and I waited for my friends to shower and get ready for the party.
Then I headed out, with a car full of set-up items, to meet my family and bridesmaids out at
Brookeville Academy in Olney.
I had asked bridesmaid S. to come early and to bring balloons to mark the front door. She took it one step further and made us balloon centerpieces, which were too cute. The place looked amazing.

So when I came in, balloons were up and looking fantastic, my sister was running around trying to get things set up (did I mention she also ran the relay and kicked ass?) and Mark and his family were setting up the beer and drinks.
The one thing my sister had told me about having the party at a place like Brookeville and not at a restaurant was that she did NOT want to be the person going out to buy extra ice. I promised her 11 times she would not have to go buy ice. Then, when we placed the order with the catering company, I told my dad to make sure he ordered at least 8 bags of ice. The catering people promised to bring extra ice.
You can guess where this is going, right? We didn't have enough ice. My dad went out to buy more, because we had to fill this massive cooler:

Somewhere around here the wheels really started to come off the wagon for me. My mother was asking me what I wanted to do about fitting another table in the room. I didn't know. I didn't care. I had been told that somebody else would deal with this stuff. And they were asking
me. Not Mark,
me. Suddenly it all felt like a lot of responsibility to make sure this party happened. I started sniping at my mom and acting incredibly childish, just because I was so overwhelmed. My sister was busy setting up a surprise in the other room and she wouldn't let me see it. But my mom kept saying "what do you want to do with X" and I didn't know what X was so I would just snap at her that I wasn't allowed in the back.
Bridesmaid S. helped calm me down and keep me sane and was overall amazing. Eventually my sister was ready and hauled me into the back room to see this:

She had printed out pictures of us from the last 6 years and attached them to cardstock (in our wedding colors!) and set them up by our save-the-dates and "guestbook" (aka how we got everyone's addresses - sneaky!)
Oh, and did I mention these?

Yes, M&Ms with our faces on them. Which were delicious. And a little creepy. But still totally awesome. As soon as I saw these, my heart totally melted and I realized how bitchy and completely unreasonable I was being. I relaxed and smiled and hugged my sister and helped put the little dishes of m&ms on the tables by the balloon centerpieces. I also ate a lot of m&ms. Which helped too. Then we finished setting up. I made spiked lemonade to go in a big jar, and put out the wine for people to drink.
People started showing up - and they all showed up on time, and fast! Things got crazy pretty quickly, and I don't have pictures of most of the food or eating, which I'll talk about in a later post.
The setup for the party had a lot to do with my decision to hire a day-of-coordinator. I suppose I should say "our" but as I said yesterday, since I will be the person that the caterer, the parents, the friends, the musicians, the photographer, the dj, the officiant all come to to ask about the day, I feel comfortable making this call regardless of what Mark thinks. I do not want to be sniping at my sister before the ceremony. I don't want to be fielding questions on where the tables go. I want the good feelings - the loving the setup that other people have done the work on, the appreciating the small gestures of the people I love, without the bad feelings.