The Wedding Planner, Like J. Lo... Kind Of

I might as well change the name of this blog to “Vera Vogue: GETS MARRIED!” because my freakish one-track mind is now vacillating between cardigan sweaters and wedding planning. I’ve received a lot of advice from people who have already gone through this seemingly insane process and they have been kind enough to point out that “it’s not about the day, it’s about the marriage.” Although on some (very repressed) level, I am trying to take their advice to heart, I also recognize that I am a person who spent weeks planning a Graceland-theme housewarming party, right down to the Good & Plenty “Qualuude” bowls. I love Nick. I love parties. What’s better than a party that allows us to celebrate being enduringly hot for each other?

I recently asked a friend of mine if she had any wedding planning tips and she told me that she had started planning her wedding three months before her now-husband proposed. “It was a risk but it was worth it!” I immediately began cursing my own stupidity. Nick told me he wanted to marry me on what? Our FIRST DATE? FIVE YEARS AGO?! Why was my initial reaction to his declaration of love to shut down in fear?! I should’ve marched my nineteen-year old self over to Barnes & Noble and purchased some wedding magazines! Instead of debating whether or not he was a serial killer those first few weeks of courtship, we could have a solution to “Decision 2008: Location” by now. Sigh.

When I had my sinus surgery a few months ago, I spent a lot of time watching “Who’s Wedding Is It Anyway?” on the Style Network while I was recovering. I didn’t take notes. I didn’t watch it for a single practical reason other than it was a better painkiller than codeine. (The eye candy!) I was not in good shape and, for the first time in my life, I was completely reliant on Nick. Back in those Mask-days (Cher movie, not Jim Carrey) I realized how lucky I am to have a hot stud in my life willing to clean up my blood-puke (sorry!) and love me and take care of me even when my face looks like it is exploding. That week, I may have been watching wedding shows about the day, but considering the blood-puke (sorry again!), I was working on my marriage.

And that’s about as cheesy as I get on Ye Olde Vera Vogue! DVRing of “My Big Redneck Wedding” commence!