It's enough that I just show up, right?
It's amazing how all consuming wedding planning is. Not necessarily because it has to be ... even for those who are actually getting married the task could easily be accomplished by finding the local courthouse. For me - considering the goal of this event isn't to celebrate me binding myself to someone else legally, spiritually, emotionally or in any other way - it should be even easier. I'm planning a huge birthday party. It's okay if the baker drops the cake or my pantyhose get a run in them day of. It's a party, it's supposed to be fun. I'm not stressing out about it.
But man do I care. I LOVE planning for the wedding. I love thinking about decorations, and imagining the first song that will play and going to tastings (ok, ok, that last part is just because I like delicious food). Now that the horrific, agonizing ordeal of finding a !@#$% wedding location is behind me I can focus on all the fun stuff. What I'm going to wear, how my hair will look, the cute invitations, the size of the dance floor. It's like the gift that keeps on giving ... not only do I get a kick-ass party I get to go through the completely fun process of giggling over shoes with my girlfriends and trying on different dresses. By not attaching life and death significance to the day (which no offense to anyone who does but ummmm, really?) I can enjoy the process of throwing myself the best party EVER.
The only problem I've discovered is that none of this actually pays well. It turns out I still have to hold down a job. Apparently in order to have the money for said awesome party one actually has to show up at work. Which I get. But I'm gonna need me and my employer to come to the understanding that I'm phoning this one in.
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