I am very excited about our wedding. I love me some Myron to bits and pieces. Those things are true. However, I have been around women who were getting married and acted like planning the wedding was their only reason for existence. Wedding planning is what they ate, slept, breathed and shat (yes I said shat). These women became shall we say, obnoxious. And obnoxious is never a good look.
So I have tried to temper my excitement about getting married with the knowledge that not everyone I encounter will give an eff about our wedding and even if they do (because my peeps have been very supportive) that does not mean they want to hear me talking about the wedding incessantly. So I sneak and read my wedding p.o.r.n and I blog. 🙂 I think I’ve been a pretty low key and even handed bride to be, but according to my fiancé, I had a bridezilla moment the other day. Like to hear about it? OK, here it go.
Ya’ll know I am getting married at Chateau Crystale in the Remington Ballroom and that the ceremony and reception will occur in the same room. That was my original thought because I really didn’t want to have to worry about dealing with 2 separate spaces. What you don’t know is that Myron and I had been having conversations about having the ceremony at the church we attend. I agreed to let him investigate getting the church because he’s been really good about letting me have my way in terms of the planning.
What I didn’t realize is that my fiancé wanted to have an OPEN wedding and a CLOSED reception “because we know a lot of people and they are gonna hear about the wedding word of mouth and want to come.”
Uh, huh what? Come again, sweetie?? WTF??
I think my head did a 360 like Linda Blair in the original Exorcist movie.
Let’s just say there was an intense discussion with elevated voices about why he felt the open wedding/closed reception was a good idea and why I felt it was tacky as hell.
Gentle readers, can you imagine the nightmare of dealing with ninjas, er um, black people who are invited to a wedding and can’t come to the reception?? And don’t let them have brought a gift. Can you imagine the curses to my soul I would receive? The tongue lashings? The murmurs and the gossip? The clutching of imaginary pearls???
And me, TIH, would have had to play bad cop and deal with disgruntled guests. No ma’am pressed ham. I can’t go for that.
So after our “discussion” had ended (with a rather huffy bride and a highly amused groom) and the original plan to have the ceremony and reception in the same place was back on, do ya’ll know that man had the nerve to look at me and say: “You know you just went all bridezilla on me right??”. And then burst into laughter!!!!
Ya’ll know I can’t stand him, right??