Dude, there are SO MANY WEDDING SHOWS on television. It may just be because I'm thinking about it more as we dip our toes into planning this thing, but everywhere you turn, there is someone talking about getting some nuptials together. Tonight we happened to catch this VH1 show called My Big Friggin' Wedding. It's, well, very Jersey Shore-ish. And a little scary.
I've been spending a lot of time just looking around. I realize that while I never fantasized about the details of my wedding, I knew I wanted to be doing Indian Stuff and having it outside. I guess that's a start, but it also leaves a lot up to the imagination. And there is SO much to look at on the World Wide Web; it is as Jon says, a great yet very terrible thing. What's worst, those of you who have spent more than 15 minutes with me know that I am what they call The Opposite of The Decider.
The saving grace is that there are some very smart, talented and capable people around who are willing to help. I don't know what I'd do without them.
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My best friend S declared today, over Skype, that I am not allowed to have frittatas at my wedding. She didn't give very good reasons, but a declaration is a declaration. I guess I just need her to keep telling me what I can't/shouldn't have, and then I either do the opposite and have ALL those things, or check all those things off and have whatever's left. It's a system, at least.
I don't envy you right now, but I KNOW the whole thing will be perfect from beginning to end. Make that your mantra.
The most important thing is to leave space in the details to enjoy it.
I think I will elope but my mother always gets upset when I say that.
you guys are right. i know it'll be fine when all is said and done but the realm of possibilities is SO OVERWHELMING!!!
why the frittata hate, syar?
gg, eloping is perfectly great for some people--you have to do what is right for you. maybe you elope with your mom in tow? i know if we did that, we'd have to bring the fam or we'd be DEAD.
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