A couple months ago I got engaged to my long time boyfriend of nine years. Now, with less than five months left until “I do’s” I find myself always saying, "That's ridiculous! For (enter wedding article here)?" Seriously, you put wedding in front of any word and automatically that crap costs 100X was it should. It’s so ridiculous. As I was going through the motions planning this wedding my MOH, which I have learned stands for Maid of Honor (everything is an acronym these days), suggested that I blog the daily tribulations of planning a wedding in six months. Why six months? Well, as I mentioned earlier my fiancé and I have been together for nine years, we thought it would be amazing to get married on our ten-year anniversary! I just melted at the idea. So, here we are trying to throw a shindig in less than half the time most brides’ do (14 months being the average).
I was bubbling with excitement. I got the perfect guy, the perfect ring, and now the perfect date. Queue cheesy dramatic music: But wait, did you know that planning a wedding doesn’t end at picking a date? Enter the outrageousness of the wedding industry. I imagine it to look something out of Ghostbusters movie but instead of being green it’s pearlescent ivory, dripping slime and insists it can only sit on chiavari chairs.
