Time to Book

Saturday, May 31, 2008

I'm going to book my wedding today. That means that after a year and a half of procrastination and fretting about how to afford it, we are actually getting organised and setting a date.

I have avoided writing about this until now, because I fear that I may easily turn into that girl who can't talk about anything but her wedding, and that would be a sad sad day. But as this is pretty much the only thing going on for me this week, I guess its ok to be that sad for a couple of minutes, since it's better than admitting I have nothing else to write about.

I will be a married woman on the 14th of March 2009. God that makes me sound old. I think getting married is something that I've always equated with growing up and becoming an adult, and I'm not sure that I'm ready to be a grown up yet. It sounds like a lot of responsibility.

Instead I'm choosing to look at this big moment in life as more of an excuse to have a giant, over-priced party with all of my favourite people. I started out looking at all of the things that I really wanted and knowing what everything should look like, then once I found out what a total rip-off anything related to weddings is, I changed my mind. I think that was a large part of the procrastination - should we save for the things I want, or just have the things we can afford now? When I came to realise that a decent wedding cake was going to set me back about $700, I decided that the things we could afford now really aren't so bad. Seriously, $700 for a cake that no one will even look at and that will be sent home with them in little bags to go mouldy on the counter top or get thrown into the bin? I think not. You can buy a lot of really cool stuff for $700 and just don't think that I want to spend it on a cake.

This is part of the reason why we've chosen the place that we're having our reception - they include the wedding cake for you, so that when you cut your cake, you don't feel like you're cutting into what could have been your much needed bathroom renovation, or that new set of tyres that your car desperately need.

In truth, I'm a little nervous because at about 3pm I will officially be heading towards our wedding and there is a lot to organise and I, unfortunately, am a total control freak. I want to do everything myself, because I lack faith in others to do it the way that I want, however being my wedding, this becomes hard as I will be otherwise occupied on the day and unable to be the person to set things all up the way I want. It means that I have to find someone else to do it, and this is not something that a control freak is good at.

So for now I am going to just book, and once that is done, I know that I have 287 days to stress about it.

6 comments:

Badaunt said...

I agree. You should buy the car instead of the cake. :-) And have a woman jump out of it. You.

Happy stressing!

Anonymous said...

Hey, look who's up there, it's BadAunt...hello you!

I agree, forget the cake and buy the tyres. Heap the tyres on top of each other and cover in squirty cream to create that "wow, how much do you think THAT cake cost!" kinda look. (Just don't cut it)

Congratulations.

Badaunt said...

My god, look who's here! AndaLOOOOOOO!

I like your suggestion, but it lacks a woman. She can still jump out of it, can't she? (Covered in squirty cream...?)

Anonymous said...

I'm thinking squirty cream...and sequins! Then the dancers will descend from the rafters (did I mention the dancers?) and form themselves, mid-air, into the words, "I love you".

Do you think we have a future as wedding planners?

torrygirl said...

I'll take the ideas into consideration, but shouldn't there be some form of pyrotechnics as well? There has to be something to make the sequins sparkle, after all.

Badaunt said...

Jeez, Andaloo! You forgot to tell her about the sparklers!

The dancers will have sparklers sticking out of every orifice. When they spin from the wires they're using to descend from the rafters, the effect will be stunning.

Also, after you leap from the cake (covered in squirty cream), the cake will explode dramatically, showering the guests with chocolate sprinkles, confetti, squirty cream, and um . . . bits of burning tyre.



(Andaloo, I think we need to talk about those tyres.)

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