This conclusion would be wrong.
In my experience since I last updated this blog, the wedding has, in fact, consumed all my free time. I've been waking up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, worrying about loose ends that have to be tied up before July 30. I've been in the middle of my daily exercise routine when I've lost my balance on the treadmill because I became worried about thank you notes. Yes, folks: lost sleep and minor injuries have all ensued at the hands of my impending nuptials.
The way I see it, weddings are like zombies: they both try really hard to eat your brain.
|Make no mistake: weddings are ruthless and will stop at nothing in their pursuit of your brain.|
This has left me with very little time for blogging. However, since blogging has generally been cathartic for me throughout this whole process, I'm going to write more as I make the final turn and enter the home stretch. One last sprint to the finish, and then the big day will be upon me.
In the midst of my rapidly-increasing excitement, however, I've been bombarded by the marriage-industrial complex through nearly every possible means of communication. Most notably, my mailbox and my phone. I'm practically getting buried in this stuff.
|Death by marriage-industrial complex|
As I peruse these catalogs, I find myself continually hoping that they're just satirical, and that people don't actually buy this stuff. Apparently, though, I'm very much in the minority for not wanting these items, which are -- obviously -- totally unique and utterly personal, despite being mass-manufactured.
My personal favorite, however, is the apparel. Flip-flops that say "Just Married," tank tops that say "Bride," skivvies that have "The Future Mrs. (Your Husband's Name Here)" on the ass. This begs the question: what kind of morally bankrupt, tradition-hating young lady doesn't want a bikini with "Just Married" emblazoned in rhinestones across the crotch? Good people, I ask you: is this what society is coming to? IS IT?!
In addition to the catalogs, I've gotten offers for specialty bridal tanning packages (your pictures will be ruined if you look washed out in white!), stationery, jewelery, and underwear. A new low, however, came when my phone rang one night during dinner. It was a number I didn't recognize, so I let it go to voicemail. Instead of leaving a message, though, they called again. This usually signals to me that something is urgent, so I picked it up.
"Hi!" Exclaimed an incredibly chipper voice on the other end of the line, "This is (woman you've never met or heard of) from Mary Kay! I hear you're getting married soon, and I wanted to offer you my services for all your bridal needs!"
I tried to bow out by saying that my wedding is in Colorado, so I'd be doing all my make-up there. But she persisted, talking about how she also has bridal packages for the months leading up to the wedding -- after all, a bride has to ensure that her skin is fully prepared and perfectly flawless for her big day.
Oh, sweet Jesus.
I explained that I planned to stick with my regular skincare routine and thanked her for her time, but for a few days afterwards, I half-expected to see a carrier pigeon staring at me from the deck while bearing catalogs and offers of cosmetics.
|As the official carrier pigeon of the wedding industry, it comes replete with a pink bow for all the pigeon-friendly brides out there.|