They’re starting: the pre-wedding nightmares. I’m told this is all part of the process, but still: already?
PIC and I are in St. Maarten for crying out loud. I write this all from a balcony about twenty feet from the beach. My biggest concern this morning ought to be whether its socially permissible to start drinking yet… not wedding stuff.
And yet I had not one but THREE different wedding-related nightmares last night.
In the first, my dad decided to “help” with the table décor by “making” sheer overlays himself. He bought some sheer Ikea curtains and cut them into strips but he cut them all raggedly so they looked like they’d been chewed up by a mouse.
In the second, our bridal attendant (I didn’t even know there was such a thing until I started reading venue reviews on Wedding Wire) completely dropped the ball and as the wedding ended and I realized I hadn’t eaten a single thing.
In the third, the venue we selected had scheduled a second wedding either during or immediately following ours and the next bride’s guests entered the reception space before my guests had left and—worst of all—starting taking their favors!
It probably doesn’t help matters that my reading material for the past week has been a steady diet of bridal porn (aka Pinterest and a bridal magazine bought by PIC’s mom) interspersed with Eric Larson’s Devil in the White City. I’ve been meaning to read the latter for ages and finally finished it the day before last. It’s a fascinating read but if you’re hoping to avoid nightmares, I’d recommend you steer clear.