“Give me a bottle of bourbon
and half a chicken
and I’ll conquer the world!!”
- “Take a Look at Me Now”, The Wild Party

What a crazy, hectic day. 

Weddings can be nutty.  Planning one can be nutty.

After so many questions, you just want to shake the caterer/florist/planner/cashier by the shoulders and say, “I REALLY DON’T CARE ABOUT ANY OF THIS.  JUST DO WHAT YOU THINK IS RIGHT.  THAT’S WHAT I’M PAYING YOU TO DO.”

I mean, I do care.  But damn.  How am I supposed to know if I want a champagne toast?  Am I supposed to already have a floorplan of the reception?  I had never even intended on MAKING a floorplan.

At least that will be fun.  It’s a form of organization, so it will feed my OCD nature.  I just had no clue I was supposed to do that.

Mom: Do you want to change into a ‘going-away’ outfit before you leave the reception?
Me: Yes, jeans and a t-shirt.
Mom: No.  Forget I asked.

I know this sounds silly, but I kinda want someone to be the boss of me.  I need direction.  I’ll tell you, like I would tell a director, when something feels awkward or unnatural, but for the most part, I just want to be told when and where to move. 

See, it’s not that I’m a diva.  I’m just lazy.  HUGE difference.

Well, that, and.. I know that it will be fantastic.  I know that all of my friends and family will be there, and that a good time is inescapable, and everyone will leave happy that they took the trouble to come.  And at the end of the night, when I lay my head down, I will be Mrs. Sarah Brown.  And that’s all that matters.