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I can’t conceal it, don’t you see, can’t you feel it?
Insofar, I have spent the majority of my wedding planning process griping about it. I had always thought I could get married traditionally without being the traditionally Scary Bride. I planned to stick with the KISS model (keeping it simple, stupid). But, each weekend and at least once every week, there has been a fabric shade, flower arrangement, candle holder, or swish/swirl icon to attend to, or some unnoticeable detail to iron out. And every time a new piece of evidence arose that there was nothing simple about planning a wedding, and no such thing as a *small* wedding, I became increasingly resentful of the process. People who ask me how it’s going are met with groans, eye-rolling, whining about the taffeta that resides where my brain once did.
And I know, believe me I know, that it’s pretty shitty of me to be such a sour puss when everyone else is gearing up for a great time, but the price of florists and wedding bands and the sheer number of marketing calls I receive about my “special magical day” demands that someone roll their eyes at the madness. I just nominated myself.
As an engagement present, Wednesday night my sister took me to see Mama Mia. At some point within the ass-shaking, campy and glorious disco-fest, something snapped in me. Something “special” and “magical.” Look at all that glitter! Inebriation! Celebration! Maybe our wedding could be like this, maybe Really Gay Dave could wear bell bottoms and his mister could wear spandex and we could all shake our asses mightily through the evening and in the wee hours up until our plane departs for a far-flung sunny place and maybe we’ll all have a really good time and maybe, maybe this could really actually be fun.
And now I can’t wait. And really, not a moment too soon as the invitations arrived this week, they swished and not swirled, they’re really quite lovely, and it’s probably a little late for Vegas.
I bet it’s not the first time disco saved the day.
comments (7)
Biggest thing I learned from a friend's wedding last weekend: hire a wedding planner.
1 | Beth | April 15, 2005 12:03 PM
I planned to stick with the KISS model
For a very brief moment, I was afraid you were going to dress up like Gene Simmons and the groom would dress up like Paul Stanley or which ever character suits your fancy. If that were the case, then I was going to beg for an invite, despite being a complete stranger. :)
2 | ccs178 (Chris) | April 15, 2005 12:06 PM
Your wedding will be loads of fun, I'm sure. And if not, it will make excellent blog material!
3 | Alli | April 15, 2005 12:14 PM
Congratulations!!!
Planning weddings is a nightmare. I'm with Beth, get a planner.
Two friends and one cousin tried the-plan-it- yourself-mode only to dump the job on some poor wedding planner a few months before the big event. Needless to say, their big days went off without a hitch.
Good luck with all the logistics. And remember, it's your WEDDING day - F-U-N!
4 | MALA | April 15, 2005 01:44 PM
Having been a jeweller in my previous life, I'd like to thank you for the minutes and minutes of pleasure reading your posts have given me by offering to offer any advice you'd like on choosing wedding bands or understanding different qualities. Feel free to contact me.
5 | mgood | April 15, 2005 05:55 PM
When my bestfriend told me she was engaged she swore she wouldn't get sucked into the tiny details and made me promise that I wouldn't let her get crazy. Two weeks before the wedding she was frantic because her napkins had been printed the wrong shade of peach. She's the most sensible, down to earth, practical person I know. The fact that she went a little cuckoo proves to me that weddings can be the undoing of anyone.
6 | patricia | April 17, 2005 10:03 PM
Since I will not be a member of the wedding party, I'm going to go ahead and say those Mama Mia outfits would make wicked bridesmaids ensembles. Stylin' I say.
7 | francesa | April 18, 2005 03:40 PM