The closer we get to the wedding, the more I find joy in unexpected things. For instance, I had no idea how much fun it would be to shop for a whole new makeup ensemble. And I am rejoicing in all of the excuses I have to buy new outfits. Wedding shower, check. Rehearsal dinner, check. Bridesmaid lunch, still looking. And I love that our extra bedroom looks like a Crate & Barrel storeroom since we aren’t unpacking most of our gifts until after we move into the new house.

However…

I had no idea how frustrating some things would be. Like the cousin who wasn’t technically invited to the wedding (her parents wrote her name onto the RSVP card, which is tacky enough) calling to ask if it was OK to bring her new boyfriend. Um, no, actually. You’ll be coming stag that night, sistah.

Or when I called the florist to ask if she would mind having our “final” at the wedding venue, and she said, “Um, why, exactly?” To which I wanted to respond, “Um, exactly because I’m paying you to do what I ask without asking me a stupid question. OK?” But instead I explained to her that I wanted us both to have an accurate vision of what pillars and urns she would (or more to the point would NOT) be using.

Or how it would take me weeks, no months, to find the right bustier. I swear I’d make a killing designing and distributing specialty lingerie for brides. I don’t think it should be so hard to find a bra that pushes your boobs up, holds your love handles in, and doesn’t deposit all of your fat at the exact point where your wedding dress cuts across your back. You wanna know how many bustiers Nordstrom carries? Two, and I own both of them, neither of which work with my dress. Macy’s carries exactly ZERO. Victoria’s Secret: one, and it doesn’t work either.

I’m trying so hard not to let the bastards get me down. So much of what is going on is good. And really, the point of a wedding is to get married, right? And by the end of this I’ll be married to GTB, which is all I want. But I don’t know if I can handle 4 more weeks of these little infuriations.

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