Don't get me wrong, I'm stupid excited for it (yes, stupid excited...I'm work shopping it) but really? By this time next summer my life will have peaked?
I understand the sentiment, and I know that "the best day of your life" thing is really just an encouraging phrase from well wishers. It's always nice to hear that people are excited and happy for you, because really, all I want for my wedding day is to be surrounded only by the people who love Alex and I dearly, and who sincerely wish us happiness.
And also I want a light up wedding dress like the one I saw on "My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding" and I want to get a horse as wedding present.
I'm going to name her Thunder
The truth is, I am sure it is going to be one of the best days of my life, up there with the day I was born and the first time I realized Dunkin Donuts was open 24/7. But I plan on having many, many best days of my life. Wouldn't the perfect life be to have every day as the best day of your life?
Some people might say that if every day is special, then no day is really special. To those people I say hey, nobody is paying you to wax philosophic so zip it and drive me to Dunkin to get a Boston Cream.
Our wedding day is going to be awesome. So awesome, I can't even think of another word except awesome. Maybe stupid awesome.
But buying our first place is awesome. And traveling the world together is awesome. And one day having kids together is awesome (I can't wait to meet you, Professor McGonagall Talson-Burtness and Optimus Prime Talson-Burtness.)
(I've started watermarking my photos because there are a lot of creeps trolling the Internet. Now, if they steal my pictures and mass distribute them as some sort of advertisement for mail order brides, at least my blog will get traffic.) As I type this, I realize that it's not my family and friends who are telling me it's got to be the best day of my life; it's the people who stand to make a profit.
It's wedding professionals who tell me that to rent a tent and have mediocre food is going to cost me $26,000. It's the woman who told me that if I "chintzed" on my wedding and didn't pay for a full coffee bar and extra hors d'oeuvres my gusts would leave angry with me.
My family and friends really do want the best for Alex and I. The love, support and excitement from our "framily" has been beautiful. The pressure for perfection and the unattainable idea of the "best day of your life" has come from the people who are selling me this dream and trying to manipulate my emotions so I'll sell all of my non-essential organs to pay for extra-deluxe gold thread linens.
My wedding day may very well be the best day of my life, because it's the domino that starts more best days of my life.
But this idea of spending a fortune because this one day is the happiest you'll ever be is just stupid.
Stupid stupid.
