Tag: Wedding Planning

Family, Humor, Marriage, Wedding, Weekend June 1, 2009

Crunch Time…Can Wait!

“Oh how I love the crazy hedonism of weekends!”
-Calvin and Hobbes, Bill Watterson

We’re officially one month away from the wedding. Weird. J. and I spent saturday with his mother Darling going over everything for the luncheon, being dragged all over the site, made to debate the merits of table linens and centerpieces, and having to decide on a desert (we ended up picking two) until I was sure J. was about to claw his ears off so he wouldn’t have to listen to anymore. And frankly the luncheon is his parents’ party, they are paying for it, so if she wants to do the whole thing in barbie pink and fairy sparkles I’ll (grit my teeth but) not say a word!

Sunday I flouted my nutritionists (aka Venice and Miyagi) because Fairy threw me a birthday party! I ate two pieces of red velvet cake, stuffed myself on GS’s famous fruit salsa, accidental made Elle cry (SORRY!), and took lots of food home with me to continue ruining my eating plan with! Then I spent four hours gossiping with Fairy after everyone else had left before heading home, gorging myself on BBC and another half of cake, and heading to bed way too late. In other words, a great weekend.

Of course, with only a month to go that means we have at least one major project a week. Gifts have started flowing in, we’re having pictures taken on wednsday, we have to finalize guest counts for all the functions, figure out to get the out-of-towners (basically anyone related to me) around town, convince some of my other relatives (who are legitimately round the twist) to even come…sigh. Getting married, not for the feint of heart!

Humor, Wedding April 9, 2009

Oh, the Guilt

“Never advise anyone to go to war or get married.”
-Spanish Proverb

So, I’ve discovered something: I don’t like registering for wedding presents! I feel like an absolute jerk while doing it, the line of thought seems to be : “Hi, I’m getting married, please buy me stuff.” I know it’s the Done Thing, but I still! And whenever I saw something that we actually needed or could use, of course I wanted quality which twisted the guilt knife even deeper. I’m SORRY I want non-stick pans (because I would ruin anything else) and a cheese grater that won’t fall to bits upon first use, good grief I never had buyer’s guilt for something I hadn’t actually bought! Make it stop!

Humor, Snark, Wedding April 7, 2009

Vacation’s Over

“Marriage means commitment. Of course, so does insanity.”
-Unknown

Back in early March I finished planning the wedding with a big sigh of relief. I finalized the food, flowers, decorations, invitations, dress, shoes, bridesmaids’ gifts, travel plans with family, and everything. Then I gratefully stopped thinking about the whole thing in order to focus on getting my apartment ready and moving in. The wedding was nice and far off and I was content not to think about it, plus it was mostly done, right?

Sigh. Yesterday I was rudely awakened from my wedding planning hibernation when Elysha called me to tell me my invitations were ready. Then, when we were in Target buying a microwave (because I’m a lost soul without one), J. reminded me that we need to register for things, and then a bunch of people reminded me about the actually getting ready part of the day (hair, makeup, all that torture), and THEN the spa I emailed months ago about the possibility of doing an early morning appointment for me and my friends for the big day finally emailed me back with information.

Apparently my break is over and I have to get back to work. The real big project for this party is going to be collecting addresses from people and getting them all out (have you seen the price of stamps?!) and I’m not going to love doing it. But since everything else is done…I have no way to procrastinate!

Once upon a time I asked my mother if I could elope and her response was, “Whatever you’d like, honey.” But! As soon as there was the legitimate chance of me getting married? “You. Will. Not. Even. Think. About. It.”

Humor, Wedding February 11, 2009February 11, 2009

Decisions Decisions

“I’m not bride-y, I’m just a planner. I don’t care so much as having things done a certain way so much as a I care about having them done.”
-C. to Venice

My mother would be poleaxed to discover what a (relatively) organized adult I am. I can’t begin to count the fights we got into over the state of my bedroom floor as a teenager. Looking back I think I battled cleaning and organization mostly because she told me to clean and organize, logically flawed now but made perfect sense to my adolescent mind at the time I’m sure.

Decisions decisions... — If done properly I'm sure I can get a lot of superfluous people to "unfriend" me on Facebook...

Now, having to organize a wedding, to say nothing of the far more important stuff that comes after like housing, insurance, banks, furniture, etc, I can be glad that I grew into such a planner. The little things like keeping my bedroom 100% neat and tidy may forever escape me, but the big crisis sort of stuff I’ve found I can rise to spectacularly. My goal for this week was to have the dates all locked in for the actual wedding and reception. Happy to report as of 4:30 pm yesterday, all is secure. Date is July 1, marriage place set, reception center booked. Want to talk about providence? The day before and after were both taken but the day we wanted everything was clear, I may or may not have heard a faint rendition of the Hallelujah Chorus in my head somewhere.

I promise not to be too annoying about the whole process. Mostly I'll just be confused

J. was a good sport coming along to make sure the place was one his mom would like (because keeping one’s potential MIL happy is vitally important, the women in my family have a history of marrying into families that disapprove, I’m trying awfully hard to break that particularly vicious cycle!). When asked if he had any strong opinions on the stuff we were looking at he, very correctly, responded, “Whatever makes you happy.” Right answer, but I’m afraid I don’t have a lot of strong opinions either. I’m still trying to formulate a plan of attack in my head. Right now the only sort of goal I can articulate is, “Classy.” I should probably solidify that idea at some point…

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