i wonder if, when the japanese attacked pearl harbor, they had any idea what sort of hellfire they were unleashing upon themselves. or if they were just trying to see how much they could get away with. maybe they were just trying to assert themselves in the political spectrum.
had i paid more attention in Dr. Marcus’ history of WWII class, i might know. sadly i did not pay attention. and like the naieve japanese of the WWII era, i think i just attacked pearl harbor in my sad, pathetic attempt to assert myself.
i just got back from lunch with sister #4. the sistesr who is engaged to be married in october. since she is engaged to be married there isn’t much that she can talk about besides her wedding. which is fine and all. i’ve been through this with sisters #2 and #3. of course, i think i was much smarter with them, because i just kept my mouth shut. but noo, nooo now that i am older i am none the wiser, not at all.
because you know what i did? i voiced a very strong and quite different opinion from that of the bride to be. and once she shot me down did i give up? oh no, i kept going and going and going. . . and going. i couldn’t stop.
see sister #4 is having EIGHT attendants in her wedding. EIGHT! plus two flower girls, and a ring bearer. that’s 21 people in the wedding party. and she doesn’t even have anyone for ushers yet.
so i slyly suggested that she make the sister club her ushers. because then we wouldn’t have to buy stupid dresses and jewelery and shoes and all that nonsense. we could just wear something tasteful and what not. yeah, she didn’t dig that idea at all. and i kept trying to convince her of the utter geniusness of my ploy.
“no,” she said.
“why not?” i whined.
“because i want you in the wedding,” she said.
“we will be in the wedding, as ushers!”
“it’s not the same.”
“sure it is,” i said.
“#2 and #3 will be mad and accuse me of not wanting them in my wedding and putting my friends first.”
“no they won’t,” i said, because #2, #3 and i have have already discussed it.
“why do you want this so bad?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at me.
this is when i got myself in really deep trouble.
“because i hate to see you wasting so much money on a big wedding that you will regret in a few years.”
“what?” i think she actually screeched.
“not that you’ll regret the marriage,” i said quickly to start damage control. “but why make your wedding twice as expensive as it needs to be! EIGHT! you can’t even afford to move out of mom and dad’s and yet you want to spend all this money on a big wedding. it’s just a waste.”
yeah.
i’m sure the bomb will be dropped on me within the next week, when i least expect it.
The worst part is that you’re absolutely right. But it doesn’t matter, because people get something like this in their heads and you can’t club it out of them.
At least, not legally.
i think the fallout is going ot be brutal. i’ve already called sisters #2 and #3 to warn them.
sister #2 laughed muchly at my stupidity. “i told you she’s gonna be bridezilla.” she said. “she’s already mad that you and tracy didn’t want to go dress shopping even though neither of you could try on dresses.”
grrreeeattt.
I’m just picturing the scene from Braveheart where Mel and Co. are making their stand against the English. Hold…Hold…Not Yet…Ready…NOW!
Sounds like the wedding planning process is going to be very entertaining. Eight attendants? Crazy.
When I got married, I was young enough to think that you HAD to have a matching number of male and female attendants, and that these attendants HAD to wear matching clothing. If I had it to do over again, I’d definitely simplify things. Instead of all the dresses and flowers and decorations and the horrible DJ and the cast of thousands, we could have gone to a beach somewhere with just a few friends and relatives. Oh well.
Sounds like you’ll be indulging Bridezilla for a while.
When I started wedding planning, I was thinking 3 attendants, non-matching outfits (less fuss when they all live elsewhere)… I’m now down to just my best friend as my maid of honour. It seems that the more planning I do, the smaller it gets, because I keep cutting things for budget reasons. Aside from that, why be stressed out the whole time and worried about what can and may go wrong? Blech! I hope your sister (and the rest of the family) makes it though this without damaging anyone’s sanity too much.