“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.