“But I don’t want to be a Bridezilla!”

“You’d have to start acting like a bride to be a starting Bridezilla.”

She was right.  She had asked how my planning was going.  I said, “Great.  We open Perky’s in a month.”  She said, no, the wedding.  And I realized.. I am the worst bride ever.

I have found a man that I love.  I love him enough to stand in front of my close friends and family and say, “I choose you.”  That’s pretty damn big, especially for moi.. the perpetual bachelorette.

But there’s this whole wedding thing that you have to do along side it.  And I find it pretty daunting.

Baby steps.  I just have to do baby steps.

I called EarlyWorks yesterday to inquire about the Grand Hall’s availability.  I was expecting them to say it was booked, so I could go back to the safety of the drawing board.  But, no.. it was available.  So if you call now and ask, they’ll say, “Sorry.  There’s a wedding booked on that day.”

(Which, really, is kind of exciting.)

Steph asked me about my shower today.  The WildeChicks are throwing the lingerie party, and Delle and fam are doing the traditional shower.  I can’t wait for both.. but I have to, like, tell them when to have it.  And tell them who to invite.  I’m not there yet.

(Although, admittedly, I can’t wait to be there.)

There’s a bridal show in Atlanta.. a hoity-toity show that I’m sure includes some KILLER swag.. and I think Bryan and I should go and make a weekend of it.  (”We should go.. meet the whalesharks.”) Delle’s gonna hook me up with a potential caterer when she gets home.  And the girls are all looking at bridesmaids dresses.

OHMYGOD, I’M GETTING MARRIED.