I tend to obsess over things.
Indeed, I diagnosed myself with a minor case of OCD after obsessing and compulsing over the criteria in my Intro To Messed Up People textbook that was required reading in undergrad.
Wedding planning has proved to be no different. In fact, it has proven to be worse.
As a result of looking through countless wedding venue websites, calling venue people to leave messages and asking questions in emails, visiting lots of venues in person and being told all their frickin rules and restrictions and through-the-roof prices, I now have new obsessions and compulsions to add to my list.
1. When I enter a large space, I immediately size it up and start calculating how many round tables could fit in this space, seating 10 people each, and where the dance floor could be.
Doesn’t matter where I am: the conference room at work, a park on the way home, a wide aisle in the grocery store.
2. When I watch a movie with a wedding in it, I find myself noticing details about the wedding I didn’t give a fondant about 6 months ago: the kind of chairs they have, how many people are seated at a table, the kind of fabric draped as decoration. Yesterday I paused Wedding Crashers several times to drool at all the gorgeous tents and chairs.
If only my Hollywood dad were Christopher Walken.
3. I’ve started to have the freaky everything-that-can-go-wrong-will dreams that make me feel the opposite of rested in the morning. What’s the most maddening is that, in these dreams, I end up obsessing over weird things that I would never do in real life.
For instance, last night I dreamed that I was practicing my wedding dance moves in this big class of women who were all getting married at this same venue in the coming year. Not only was this class a requirement for getting married at that venue, but the dance moves they wanted us to know were horrible 80s hip-hop moves. No, kind sir, it is most definitely not hammer time. And I was dressed in what I was going to get married in, which was these grey leggings under my wedding dress, and on my feet were these clunky, slip-on clogs that I couldn’t dance in, and ankle socks that matched the bridesmaids dresses. I remember that I kept tugging on the leggings to keep them down, and on the socks so they’d stay up. *shudder*
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The good news, after all this searching and obsessing and our refusal to settle, Brian and I have found a wedding venue that WE LOVE and we have set a motherfucking date!
Brian flew us over the venue to get a bird’s eye view
Not only that, but we’ve also found a partial wedding coordinator which makes me feel sooo much better when I look forward to the next 10 months.
I can’t wait to get to what I call the fun stuff, which is mainly dress shopping and renting several chocolate fountains. Not at the same time, though.
Psychobabble 