I have a great group of friends. The number of those I'm extremely close with is small and perfectly so. Maybe that explains why this week I only just received my second invite to a friend's wedding (I must add, this invitation is absolutely the coolest thing I have ever seen... Words can't do it justice). And I'll be off to LA for my brother's wedding in just a few weeks. However, multiply my close circle of friends by the world of Facebook, and it seems as though I have been part of a number of weddings. I can't lie, and I'm sure you can't either, that you have not so secretly looked at wedding photos belonging to every person that is a social network friend. Even if you don't know the person getting married. If a friend (or acquaintance) even so much as attended one of these glorious affairs, you've seen the photos. One of my best friends and I have a terrible habit of sitting down at the computer and going through recent wedding photos we've each seen on the almighty stalking tool. We've dissected flower choice, hair style, venue quality, and - of course - dress decision.
"Why would anyone wear that? Or why would anyone even make that?!"
"It's pretty, but I don't think it does anything for her."
"Wow. That is incredible."
Every girl does it. I think it's the idea of living vicariously through someone else's occasion. And, for those of us, that don't have rings on our fingers - engagement or band - it's sort of a lesson of what to do and what not to do.
*Don't use brown anything.*
*Do pick dresses that look good on every girl.*
(NOTE: I do not know these people and have not-so-subtley hid their identities. I simply respect the bride's choice in dresses.)
Thanks to all those people that put up unprotected wedding photos, you almost don't need to buy bridal magazines.
Beyond Facebook, there is the beauty of wedding programs on TV. While being home sick from work, I have not only become completely obsessed by the aforementioned cake shows. I cannot turn off a wedding show. Unless of course it's "Bridezillas" because the idea that men would marry these women makes me sort of sick, and I'm horrified by the embarrassing nature of the program. However, give me "My Fair Wedding," "Girl Meets Gown," or "Say Yes to the Dress," and I'm in some serious trouble. "Say Yes to the Dress: Atlanta"? Even bigger problem. I love watching the whole process of putting a wedding together, especially when it involves the KING of weddings, David Tutera, taking a Party City designed affair and turning it into an event worthy of the princess every bride claims she wants to be (me? Not so much... I'd like to look like a I'm going to a 1950s prom).
The industry of getting married is completely infectious. And I sit here writing this with no ring on my left hand. I actually will not even wear a ring on that hand because a friend's grandmother once told her it was bad luck. That day, I put the ring I wear everyday - and bought for myself - on my right hand. I'm not even superstitious, but I couldn't help it.
I have a few friends that are either engaged (YAY, SARA!) or pretty close to being in that position within the next couple of years. Me? Eh, nowhere near it. But that doesn't mean I can't fantasize about what it will be like for me. Hello??? That is what these reality shows are for... and now there's an entire network for it, Wedding Central. Those of you that know me, wouldn't even need to read this to know what my plans are for that big day somewhere off in the future. I've sat at my computer looking at vintage wedding dresses that look like they came right out of the prom scene in Back to the Future - Lorraine would be proud. I've also recently started telling my mom to not be surprised if my dress ends up being dyed in an ombre hot pink reminiscent of the one and only Gwen Stefani.
I mean, it is pretty perfect, and the lucky girl got to wear it twice - once in London, and once in Los Angeles (both times to Gavin, obviously).
And location? Well, that's easy. Though I've said that if I had all the money in the world to plan this fantasy wedding, it would be happening at Rosecliff in Newport, Rhode Island... The Gatsby Mansion, the truth is, nothing - and I do mean NOTHING, not even a resistant groom - could keep me from getting married at Walt Disney World. When I was in high school, we had to plan and budget a wedding as part of a health class project, and I sent away for all the Disney info. Yeah, well, that idea hasn't changed, though the specifics vary. Gazebo on the Boardwalk? Wedding Pavilion looking out at Cinderella's Castle? Just walking straight into the park, dressed and all? Eventually that will get figured out. They're just details, right?
Oh, and I'll find the guy too. Again, just a minor detail. :-)
"So come on let's try it. I love you, can't deny it."
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