Mawwiaaaage...

I'm going to a wedding today.

I haven't been to one in years.  The bride and groom are extremely in love, and I couldn't be more pumped for them.  I first plan to sob all over myself, and map out my own assumed [and invented] day of matrimony in my mind as I stuff my face and watch my young friends embark on the greatest journey of their lives.

Though I have had a chance to start planning a wedding in the past [let's not go there right this minute], I was too young to fully comprehend, or appreciate, the stress brought on by such an event.

There are things that I would lean on my close friends for now that I wouldn't have known to prepare myself for back then.

[via weddingbycolor]

I don't drink.  But... If my nerves are shot on the day I sign my life away to the person I love, I will swig anything my aunts/cousins/girlfriends/mom/grandmother/ would hand me.  And I'll probably forget to take care of my underarms.  Not exactly out of my stockpile of smooth moves.

[thanks, shoegirl.]

My silly outbursts are something that I may try to curb for my special day.

Riiiiiiight.  No, but seriously.

If Elizabeth Taylor can get her sillies out in the make-up chair, I can certainly entertain trying to tone down hamming up pictures for an afternoon by trying the same.

Dress Selection

Alright.  I'm not the snazziest dresser.

This is no secret to my friends or family. 

When selecting wedding attire, you've gotta use your melon.  You need to make sure that what you're wearing will be comfortable, make you feel beautiful, and above all, assure that you're confident enough to suck up your pride after taking a tumble in your ridiculously over-priced, uncomfortable shoes-- because you'll look that good.

These days, I find myself very into vintage-style dresses.

[I heart junebug. Kinda hard.]

[found on urlesque]

Though, I may use my smarts and go with a food-themed gown.

You know, for good wedding day measure.  My family can eat- and on my special day, I refuse to  have to decide between shoving my cousin Jen out of the way of the desert table and using my better judgement.  I'll take the high road and make sure I've got enough for myself.

And of courrrse, the ladies by my side up at there at the end of the road will know sheer style.  I wouldn't have them looking any less breathtaking than I do on the special day that they share with me.

[via globetrottingbride]

Don't worry, girls.  I'll take goood care of you.

And when Zombies show up for the open bar and assortment of complimentary cheeses,

I'll be ready, with a smile and a shovel.

[darkside]

But who can I trust to carry the rings?? 

[Shh... just imagine.]

Go with it, because it's happening.

And the ONE had better understand where the rest of my loyalty will always go.

[Even if he's a Red Sox fan.]

Because that's love.

Okay, time to get ready! 

 I hope I have a sharp enough razor.

Congratulations, Sammie and Michael!!