The Bridezilla Equation Ugh. I am bogged down in wedding plans. If you knew me in RL, you would know that I am so totally not your typical "bridezilla" type, but on a certain level I am begining to understand the phenomenon.
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The Bridezilla Equation*
((B+D)*(P+O))+(W/H)=T
(budget restraints + multiple deadlines) * (familial pressures) + social obligations) + (what you've "always wanted" / what you can have)= TOKYO SMASH!!!!
At any rate, we are going with a loosely heathen wedding (we are exchanging swords and keys instead of rings), I am wearing red and the flowers are sunflowers. We are shipping in some real Eastern Carolina style BBQ (Smithfield is the only place we could find to do it, Bs in Greenville doesn't have a damn phone) and my sister (who also married a southerner and now lives in Arkansas) is going make hush puppies, green beans, boiled potatoes, sweet tea, lemonade, and biscuits. My best friend is my "man of honor", and his husband (at least their marraige still stands in CA) is going to be the officiant. I hope it all goes well. I hope people show up.
It's funny, I have no qualms whatsoever about marrying the future Mr. Cupcakes, but the wedding itself has me petrified. It's all going down August 8th in my dad's backyard. Yikes!
* I am not good at math. Forgive the badly structure equation, I haven't taken a math class since 8th grade pre-algebra.