Aagh!

Wedding flipping overload!

So we went to the Stanley Hotel Sunday & mom & I fell in love with its views, cool historicalness, and yes, the mystic of its numerous and widely reported hauntings. We thought, "Oooh, what if the wedding were here?"

But that train of thought is only going to open a great big can of Trouble.

Because then we found out that it's ridiculously expensive (like, I sat on the floor and cried a little bit expensive). And then there was the conundrum of not knowing a photographer, florist or baker. And then my dad, in Ohio, had a little fit via phone (while I was in a dressing room trying on wedding gowns, no less) about how "none of his relatives would be able to come."

But then I found The Dress.

I found it.

I FOUND THE DRESS.

And it's so beautiful, and so worthy of a gorgeous historical haunted hotel with majestic views of the Rockies, so much more fitting for that, and swank, and jazz, and black tuxedos than a backyard wedding.

So then the proverbial can was completely open and spilled all over the place and I bought the dress and-damn-the-consequences and then right when we seemed to have formulated a plan to have the wedding at the Stanley, everyone had a mad breakdown.

So we were back to square one. Wedding at home. Ok, effing fine. It's pretty, things are lined up, FINE. For real. Fine.

But then what do my parents keep saying to me? "Everyone will think it's casual, you know. At-home weddings are casual."

And my father says, "Oh, so & so went to a wedding last week, and it rained, it rained so hard that even though they spent thousands of dollars putting down a floor in the tent, the water and mud crept over it and got all over everyone's dresses and shoes."

"Your cousin Sammy has a tattoo on his head. He's very excited about coming to the wedding."

But I don't want a casual, BBQ, cousins-wearing-Harley T-shirts wedding!
And what if it RAINS?
And seriously, what if it RAINS?

And then everyone says to me, "Well, what do YOU want? It's your day. What would you like?"
But they don't really mean it. It's really not. Everyone says it's about the bride, but that's not how it is. No wonder brides are totally batsh*t crazy: they're trying to please everyone and still not sacrifice too much of the day they've dreamed about for so long.

Deep breath and note to self:

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