Having heard a lot of horror stories recently about weddings and wedding planning, I’ve become convinced that the reason that people get nervous about weddings is that you have to plan them together, and at some moment one person is going to look over at the other and think “You what? You think that’s a good idea? Wait a minute, I’m going to be spending my whole life with somebody who thinks that is a good idea?”
I do not have that worry, because my fiancee has impeccable taste and neither of us has any sort of ingrained bias as to how weddings are supposed to work, so the phrase “that’s dumb, so we’re not going to do it” is a club that comes out of the bag early and often. Seriously, it’s amazing how much of a time saver those words have been; apparently a lot of people decide their “special day” should be some combination of pathologically selfish and completely insane, but if you choose not to go that route there are enormous economies of time and effort to be found.
I am now about 24 hours out from the big moment, and for those of you playing along at home, let me answer the question you’ve been pestering me with for weeks: no, I’m not nervous.
I am resolved.