weddingmania 2009

we went to a wedding this weekend, the first we've attended since we started planning our own. i was quite looking forward to this event since i've developed a minor phobia about forgetting important details of our own big day. i semi-regularly wake up in a pool of sweat wondering if i'll show up on october 23rd, walk in the door, and have a wave of "oh shit!" wash over me as i realize i've forgotten underwear or lighting or shoes or something of equal import.

as we were getting dressed for the wedding, mike started asking me all sorts of questions about our own, including:

"do we get to play music as we walk in?"

"at jon and nikki's wedding? ummm no."

"no! at ours. like in wrestling. play music as you enter."

people, this could not more accurately demonstrate the frame of reference i am dealing with here. the man has no concept of weddings, despite having been to about eleventy-hundred in the last six years. so i responded,

"yes, dear. we can play music as we walk in. like in wrestling. or EVERY OTHER WEDDING."

"rad!"

*sigh*

later that night....

"dude! that guy serving the wieners (hors d'oeuvres sausages) looks JUST like the iron sheik! i wonder if we can get him to serve at our wedding! or marry us! that would be awesome!"

i turned to our friends and said, "yeah, we're also gonna walk in to music like in wrestling. we're gonna line y'all up on both sides of the aisle and have you pat us on the back, cheer, and maybe even throw a chair or two."

and *i'm* the redneck. uh huh.