Unplanning
Ah 2010. Apparently it's here. I was in Tampa with boyfriend for that time, when I learned that everyone in the entire state of Florida is engaged. I hung out with all of them and heard all their wedding planning nonsense which was, well, unfamiliar and awkward. Ladies, I am genetically one of you, but have nothing to contribute to these conversations.
Since marriage was the theme of the trip, I realized how I have no "dream wedding" that most girls have genetically geared to concoct since birth. I hate excess attention, big crowds, overly romantic shit, people crying, and still have lots of progress to make for myself before expecting someone else to want to be around me for decades. The concept of marriage forever seems distant to me, even still, but I couldn't help but wonder if I did get married, what I'd do about it. Let me again express how many times the word "wedding," "ring," "engagement," "proposal" and "registry" were uttered within five days?
My 20 minutes of pondering led me to the following ideas that I wouldn't have had the foresight to imagine when planning this at age 10:
• I want the minimal amount of bridesmaids as to minimize bullshit and they will be in flapper dresses.
• I don't want to invite lots of people, and don't want it in a church.
• I want invitations to be serif, typewriter font, not frilly cursive lettering on cream colored invitations.
• I want to wear maryjane style shoes.
• I don't want to encourage dancing.
• I want my registry to be at Best Buy.
• I want the reception to be somewhere cool, like an aquarium or a 1920s hotel ballroom.
• I will find a way to combine wedding cake and red velvet cake.
• Most importantly, and the point that got me actually excited about this day: I will be making the reception playlist. My "special" day will be most rewarding because I determine what a mass group of people will be listening to.
So that's the extent of my hypothetical wedding planning. Damn those Florida girls for putting these thoughts into my susceptible mind. But I know I want the above things. I know who I want. I just don't want it yet which should be no problem on anyone's behalf. That, and I can't be the first of *my* friends to display maturity and effective decision-making skills. Maybe in the meantime I'll just host a kickass '20s themed party with all of my favorite people, DJ'd by me, with red velvet cake.
Since marriage was the theme of the trip, I realized how I have no "dream wedding" that most girls have genetically geared to concoct since birth. I hate excess attention, big crowds, overly romantic shit, people crying, and still have lots of progress to make for myself before expecting someone else to want to be around me for decades. The concept of marriage forever seems distant to me, even still, but I couldn't help but wonder if I did get married, what I'd do about it. Let me again express how many times the word "wedding," "ring," "engagement," "proposal" and "registry" were uttered within five days?
My 20 minutes of pondering led me to the following ideas that I wouldn't have had the foresight to imagine when planning this at age 10:
• I want the minimal amount of bridesmaids as to minimize bullshit and they will be in flapper dresses.
• I don't want to invite lots of people, and don't want it in a church.
• I want invitations to be serif, typewriter font, not frilly cursive lettering on cream colored invitations.
• I want to wear maryjane style shoes.
• I don't want to encourage dancing.
• I want my registry to be at Best Buy.
• I want the reception to be somewhere cool, like an aquarium or a 1920s hotel ballroom.
• I will find a way to combine wedding cake and red velvet cake.
• Most importantly, and the point that got me actually excited about this day: I will be making the reception playlist. My "special" day will be most rewarding because I determine what a mass group of people will be listening to.
So that's the extent of my hypothetical wedding planning. Damn those Florida girls for putting these thoughts into my susceptible mind. But I know I want the above things. I know who I want. I just don't want it yet which should be no problem on anyone's behalf. That, and I can't be the first of *my* friends to display maturity and effective decision-making skills. Maybe in the meantime I'll just host a kickass '20s themed party with all of my favorite people, DJ'd by me, with red velvet cake.