It's All In The Details

Don't tell hubby, but I'm planning a surprise recreation of our wedding, 33 years ago tomorrow.  I still have a few details to work out.  I need a bearded rabbi who looks like he stepped out of Central Casting.  I need the backyard of a famous movie director.  I need a chuppah that threatens to fall over during the ceremony.  I need two authentic totem polls.  I need the swimming pool of a famous movie director, so that later, when everyone's more than a little schnockered, we can dance the hora around it in celebration.  I need two body guards to guard the table full of nice gifts, most of which I probably won't return, but please, people, no popcorn makers, no yogurt makers, no peanut butter makers, nothing that makes anything.  I need a Dorothy Hamill haircut.  I need the body of a 22 year old.  I need hubby standing beside me in a beige tuxedo.   I need the same guests who were there 33 years ago, especially those who'd have trouble mailing back the RSVP:  My mother.  My cousin.  My grandmother.  Hubby's grandparents, even the one who drank too much and had to be carried out of the party.  Don't tell hubby. I still have a few details to work out.