Say yes to the dress

Ahh... the dress. I love it already. I had been eyeing it already before but as it went on sale, I just couldn't say no. Even the fact that technically I don't even have a wedding to get ready for couldn't stop me. As didn't the fact that I'd probably have to lose about a stone to prevent myself looking like a massive condom.

bIt's a knee-length, sleeveless number with a nod to the dress Swedish Crown Princess wore to her wedding. One that showcases the legs (as long as I lose that stone) and the "Something blue" Manolos I have idly sitting in my closet (that I can't walk in sober). 

I personally do want to  keep the wedding small and intimate. No churches, no bridesmaids in matching gaudy dresses, no rehearsal dinners. Why anybody would need to practice eating  is beyond me. Or drinking too much and starting a fight with one of the parents? Better leave some room for surprises on the actual day...

Gathering our respective parents there with their bitter divorces and new partners sure sounds like a recipe for a night to remember. Perhaps eloping isn't such a bad option after all...?

But true enough- the parents (well, 75 per cent of them) would skin us alive for doing that.  Mind you, in the past 6,5 years I've never even met The Man's father. The again, neither has his mum in the 30 years since their less than amicable divorce... Not sure I'd like our wedding to play the arena for the showdown that would inevitably follow...

And after the way my friends have unfalteringly stood by a) my irresponsible choices ("But I'm sure he loves me! He's just confused about his feelings! He never sets out to deliberately break my heart!") and b) me after all hell has broken loose ("Of course he doesn't love me- this is no way to treat someone you love! Confused? Even at half a century he can't manage to grow up! That sadistic bastard must love knowing he's free to break my heart when ever he feels like it- always getting away with it!") it would feel not to include them in that big day (and the open bar). 

In the end I don't really care. I just want to be married to him. I can't wait to be Mrs. The Man. Maybe then those overtly familiar breakfast ladies at the hotels he frequents through his work will finally start paying some attention to me too, realizing I'm not by the hour- I'm for life.