Once this wedding is over, I can go back to normal - or at least its suburbs.
Yep. This Sunday I’m marrying the man I love. I have been losing my mind for the past six months, and it will all be over soon.
The wedding is small, 32 people, but the drama has been insane. Here are some bits I found amusing:
Weddings are typically vows of monogamy. Why do I feel like everyone is fucking me?
A dress! I feel like a cross-dresser when I dress up.
I’m so tried I can’t chew and walk gum.
I went out drinking with some friends. Found my limit, it wasn’t a long search.
Lets see honey, you have invited your parents, your boss, your brother, and your friends. I have my grandmother and her new husband (what do I call this guy?), my brother and his girlfriend, my brother’s ex-girlfriend who is my best friend and the mother of my brother’s child, my mother, my chosen mother. . . Are you sure you want to marry me?
Awwwww, it’ll be ok, Mouse-Maven. And Anne Neville is right: if anything goes wrong, it’ll be good for a few laughs later.
Take my friend’s wedding last year. She had a lovely outdoor reception planned in the backyard of her brand new home. The actual ceremony had been held at another location. When we arrived for the reception, we found her new brother in law’s dog had gotten loose and was happily devouring the wedding cake.
And yes, it was funny (although not immediately so to the bride). Best wedding I’ve been to in a long time
