• dailyachesandpains said on Sep 25, 2006....

  Hey again, Magentamoon!
  I can't resist, once again, to comment!
  
  I've been thinking about my wedding day, a lot, since we just celebrated our 5 year anniversary.
  
  Just about 6 years ago, my Mother, Sisters, Aunt and Niece TOOK me to pick out a dress. I hated all the dresses. Mostly because of the price tags. I understand what you're saying about everything being Vera Wang and designer this and that. The one dress that was on display, I couldn't even stand to look at. I was forced to try it on because 'we're not leaving unless you try that on'. So, I did. I came out of the dressing room and everyone gushed. I wanted to cry, it felt like an additional 100 pounds of weight that my body had to hold. The owner of the boutique with his perfect French accent said, 'Those are all Austrian crystals and it's a one of a kind, nobody will have the same dress as you'. Oh, and he had to mention that he would make my shoes. That's all that the entourage needed to hear. Cha ching, sold. I hated it, and I still hate it and can't believe I wore it, or HAD to wear it. It was a designer dress, but I couldn't tell you who made it unless I went to look at it. I didn't care who made it.
  
  I let my bridesmaids come to an agreement on their dresses and budget by themselves. They agreed on very pretty dresses that they've all worn to coctail parties and black tie events since the wedding. I did not want to be part of them wearing dresses that they wouldn't ever use again, or felt like fools wearing. I asked them to wear whatever shoes they had in their closets that would go with the dresses (they were long dresses and you wouldn't see their feet anyway). I bought them all their jewelry, according to my Mother that's 'tradition' and had no problems doing it, I felt guilty that I wasn't buying their dresses. I was thinking that a town hall was looking good, during the entire time the planning was going on.
  
  I used my frequent flyer miles to fly in a friend from the west coast that I really wanted to have at my wedding. The only guest that had to fly in for the event (other than some in-laws but they don't count in my book, or my life, I hate them). I sure didn't expect anyone, or want anyone, to have to pay for transportation to this stupid wedding.
  
  My beef with my wedding, was that the wedding wasn't 'my day'. I hated everything about it. It was nothing that I wanted, it was what everyone else wanted. I feel like I just showed up in what I was supposed to wear, holding the flowers that someone picked out for me, eating the cake that was flavored to what someone thought I would like (I don't even like cake, at all), getting my picture taken every five seconds and dealing with a D.J. that acted like he was on speed and having to make sure everyone was enjoying themselves was a task. The annoying 'event planner' took me away from it all because every other second she was telling me 'it's time for...' and I had to be somewhere else or do something else. She didn't plan our wedding, she just handled the reception. I couldn't even imagine having an actual wedding planner. I'm glad I didn't.
  
  Can you tell it's raining today, or that I really HATED my wedding...
  

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