It’s My Party and I’ll Cry if I Want To

So unless you’ve been living under a blogger’s rock, you all know that Sarah Marinara is getting married.

And you are all invited.

Okay, maybe not all of you…but I could just picture Sarah reading this post and falling of her chair…and then throwing something my way. Something heavy…full of force…aimed straight for my head. She’ll be careful to not kill me though as I not only am her Maid of Honor, I am also her (self-appointed) Wedding Coordinator.

I have ½ very supportive and very giving reasons why I would appoint myself to help plan her wedding and the other ½ very selfish reasons for accepting (okay, taking) the job. The good reasons are that I love Sarah dearly and have for 20+ years. It is my duty to see that she has a magical wedding. The selfish reasons all center around the fact that I did not have a magical wedding and really, I planned very little of it. And while this post is not the time to list every dramatic detail of my wedding (which include sour mother in-law, in-laws almost not attending, sour mother-in law, etc) the mention of the drama had to commence. If only for the reason to explain why I carry around a clip board, a headset, several copies of BRIDE magazine and why I’ve made Sarah cry on more than one occasion.

Let’s face it, I’m no Jennifer Lopez. (From "The Wedding Planner", that is. Although, in real life J Lo has planned a wedding or...six.)

But let’s also face the fact the my clip board is really my kick-ass Franklin Planner. My headset? Just my regular old cell phone. Instead of BRIDE mags, I’ve surfed so many wedding websites it’s scary. And, unless she’s lying, the making of Sarah cry was only due to the fact that she was so grateful and relieved that I was helping.

I just hope she’s still grateful when the Miss Bossy-Pants JP shows up…JP Bossy Pants can be SCARY.