Details, details

Forty five days to go and we’re still (pretty much) drama free. A small episode between the mother of the bride and me involving a bridal shower game caused my blood pressure to spike, but slowly I am returning to normal. For this game M and I had to individually answer a set of “how well do you know your future spouse” questions. Some were fun, i.e. what’s M’s ideal job? Some were dumb, i.e. what was T’s major in college? And one caused trouble; how many times a day does T call her parents? To make this story short, the mother of the bride was not happy with her future son-in-law’s attempt to generate some laughs with his answer. Argument ensues. Everyone accuses everyone of being too sensitive. Hence, I am not a fan of bridal shower games. They only cause commotion.

Small blip number two involves the mysterious appearance of C, my Vera Wang sales associate. It seems silly C changed jobs without a warning or a farewell. I truly support his ambition in bridal couture and I’m sure bridesmaids throughout New York City join me in wishing him well. However, he made one serious mistake, one that stirs my inner bridezilla. He forgot to order my flower girl’s dress! Even though I just placed a rush order, it’s likely that little KB might not have her pink dress on time. Jeezzz.

Talk about wedding overload, next weekend I head to New York for my shower, bachelorette party and two fittings; in addition to ordering our wedding cake, doing a tasting, meeting with our rabbi, getting a marriage license and meeting with band. So even though my future husband tells his friends all the details are taken care of, I beg to differ…