The parents are going to pick me up tonight to head to LGT. Tomorrow, we’re hitting Hooters and a night club in Indianapolis for the bachelorette party. We’ll stay the night there in some hotel. Friday, when we come back, all the bride’s maids and Sarah are getting manicures. Everyone else but me will also be getting pedicures. My toenails are too diabetically-challenged for anyone to touch them. Friday night is the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner. Saturday morning, we’re all getting our hair and make-up done. I don’t own any make-up, but I’m sure someone will have some. Then there’ll be the wedding, Sarah and Steve will get married, and after that will be the reception. Sunday, I’ll come back to Terre Haute. Sunday I’ll get to leave it all behind: the night club, the manicure, the hair styling, the make-up, the red-pear dress… Sunday, my anxiety disorder will finally be able to let this go. I’m looking forward to it.