Whoops

We're going to a wedding tomorrow out of town. We have the sitter, I have (2) dresses, the gift. I tried on several pairs of shoes today but I wasn't feeling them. I think these big nasty feet of mine are getting wider. I look like Fred Flintstone.
We have directions to the reception.

I don't know where the ceremony is and I can't find the freaking invitation.

I know. Stupid. I've texted the bride a few times the past few days but I'm guessing she turned that bad boy off.
I'll be looking up all the Catholic Churches in Athens and calling them to innocently ask for directions to the (bride's last name) wedding.