One of the creepiest things that broads do is plan their wedding before there is a groom in sight. I hate it, and my absolute hatred of this innate female quality was exacerbated when I went to Binghamton for the wedding. I was one of two women (in the peer group of about 15) who had a date. But there were a couple girls who had their wedding planned to the last flower petal to hit the aisle before they promenade in their white silk flip flops down to the ocean to meet their fictitious groom.
I know most girls are preprogrammed to think about this stuff, but when the odds are higher of you becoming a crazy cat lady that finding a DATE, how is it healthy to obsess about marital bliss?
I need to admit here that I have a very concrete idea of some things (but I have a boyfriend and we've been together long enough that the only anniversaries we celebrate are the years). The first is bridesmaid dresses, which is more a matter of practicality than psychosis because there are going to be some LARGE chested women in my bridal party. Second, the seating chart is done. I did it because a lot of our friends don't play nice with one another, and my grandparents have a difficult time being in a room together. I watched his sister go through hell with her seating chart the week of the wedding and I wanted mine done. And engraved in marble. The last thing, which is more of an ongoing discussion, is what the first dance is going to be to. I keep pulling for Lou Reed's "perfect Day." I'm losing. The runners up are Paul Simon's "Maybe I'm Amazed" or the Weakerthans' "My Favorite Chords." But I honestly have no idea where this shindig would take place, if there will be religion or what my dress should look like.
Just goes to show what is important to me, no titties flopping out, no heads being busted and some sweet tunes.
