We all knew this post was coming. Dum da dum dum dummmmmmmmmmm! How could it not when we are surrounded by shows detailing every wedding process there ever was? How could it not be when we all know AT LEAST one? Girl we have all been there! So here she is, presenting…..
Shiny, happy people holding hands… Yes B-52s! Who loves some Love Shack?
Oh hi there. I’m just hanging out, thinking about my wedding day and remembering some of the drama that ensued about a certain subject.
So yes I’m going to touch the touchy subject of children at a wedding. Saddle up. Continue reading
I was raised Catholic. I went to Sunday school. I went to church, the later the better. I even went to all girl’s Catholic high school. I led the choir in song every First Friday of the month. I was raised with religion and I always dreamed of it being a part of my wedding day. I wanted to walk down the aisle of a beautiful church with stained glass windows and incense burning, with a fun-loving priest giving joyous blessings to this everlasting love that my husband and I shared.
This was not how it all went down. And I couldn’t be happier about it.
“A Bachelorette Party is a party held for a bride-to-be in the style that is common in that social circle.” Thanks Wikipedia! I hope you appreciate the title of this blog. Shoutout to Salt-N-Pepa baby! Whatever happened to them?
The bachelorette party is a big stink these days. Continue reading
On your wedding day, you wake up in disbelief. After months or even years of planning, the big day has finally arrived. You take an extra long shower, you shave, you scrub, you dab perfume everywhere, you lie on your bed lathered in coconut oil (or was that just me?). Your friends arrive. Your mom cries. You get your hair done, you get your makeup done, and you put your clothes on. You feel the most elegant you have ever felt. Then you walk down the aisle to the man of your dreams. Then you will dance the night away atop your monogrammed dance floor. And everything will you planned will go off without a hitch, right?
I cannot wait to embarrass my Hubs with this post. I saw my Hubs, shaking that ass. I saw him shaking it all over our condo. He would dance in his towel, when he made dinner, when he won his PS3 game, but what I wondered was how my Hubs-to-be would do when it was his time to shine for our first married dance.
This is a totally selfish and shallow post and I will love every moment of writing it. Demi and Michael got nuthin on my Disclosure! (90s movie anyone?)
Registries are literally the best things to happen to a future couple, oh you know, besides the whole engagement, marriage and eternal love thing. They literally are better than Santa. They might be better than Disney. Whoa I just said that. Never again in your adult life will you be able to make a list telling people what you would like and have them get it for you. This is a once in a lifetime experience and opportunity. Savor the flavor and go big or go home.
When I first started going to weddings, I actually dreaded getting a “plus one.” I was single and didn’t know who to bring. Do I bring my gay bestie or a guy I’d dated a few times? If I go alone, how many times will I be asked who I’m dating? When is my wedding going to be? How is my career? It just opens the door WIDE open to why my life wasn’t complete yet or at least that’s how I felt. A part of me was single and ready to mingle. The cliché tells us that weddings are a place to meet hot dudes who are thrilled for their romantic buddy. If I catch the bouquet, I could be next! Squeal…. and barf. LOL.
What is a PB if I’m not talking gooey, creamy peanut butter? Ooh i’m hungry, maybe a pb & j for lunch is…. hold up!
Planning a wedding can be a full-time job. It’s always an exciting but exhausting time. You’re a bride! You want to invite everyone you love! You want everyone to cry and then dance til they drop! It takes months especially if you live around these parts! You live and breathe lists. You make budgets. You pray that you pick the right people for such a big day. You hope the reviews you read were true. You post things on Facebook asking friends for suggestions. AND then you get the friend-ly vendors……