Weddings are an obsesssion of mine. I love them. I love everything about them. Yes, even the hair-pulling-gut-wrenching-penny-pinching-detail-nitpicking-ness that is a wedding.
What's so great about weddings is that each wedding is absolutely unique. Even those that give it a go more than once don't have repeat weddings. Different locations, guests, details, dress. It's all different. And even if you were to witness two weddings at the same location, you have the very distinct possibility of walking away from each of the receptions with very different feelings.
Good party. Bad party. Bad food. Great bar. Obnoxious DJ. Fantastic photographer. Everything's different. I have even on at least one occasion discovered that even using the same photographer as someone else can lead to very different perceptions of how the day came to be.
I spent over two years planning my wedding. I loved every minute of it. I spent a majority of that time talking with other brides-to-be. This no doubt kept my fiance, maid of honor, mother, and family sane. I think what I enjoyed most was taking advantage of how much time I really did have to plan the wedding. I could do a little, put it away, stop, think about things, stew, gather other ideas, weigh ideas, make a decision, sit on it, finalize the decision, and book a vendor. I had all the time in the world to think about my ideas and research exactly how I was going to execute said details.
Despite having so much time to plan, there were certain details I didn't have control over. Contrary to what most brides believe is the devine will to coerce Mother Nature into not raining on her wedding day, it drizzled on mine. I felt exactly three drops during my outdoor fall ceremony. Whatever. I married my very best friend that day (man that sounds corny), and no amount of falling water was going to change that. By the day of my wedding I had changed wedding coordinators six times. SIX! Not once was I ever notified directly by the venue. Oh well. You make adjustments and you move on.
The thing about a wedding is that at the end of the day, it's about two people. Two people committing to spend the rest of their days together. It doesn't matter that you showed up an extra half hour late to the reception after pictures, or that there wasn't orange ruffy at the end of the buffet. It really doesn't (so long has you the bride didn't make a huge stink about it).
::steps off soapbox::
This blog is meant to chronicle my unhealthy obsession with other peoples' weddings.
