The boyfriend, J (as he was then) decided we need to upgrade from being in a relationship to being engaged. He then proceeded to dupe me into thinking he was away that weekend, enlisted the help of my closest friends and family and rented a Batman suit.
On 30 June 2013, I found myself being proposed to by J at the fountain outside e@the curve. Of couse I said yes, because let's face it, isn't it every girl's dream to be Mrs. Batman one day?!?
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Ok, that isn't true. I said yes, because I was incredibly in love with J and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him and come on, isn't it every girl's dream to be Mrs. Batman one day?!?
Anyway, in the haze of delirium and utter bliss that I am engaged to Batman, something kept niggling at my conciousness, telling me that I had to start planning for a wedding which will be taking place sometime next year. Something which I have yet to start. And people kept telling me about how wedding stress affects the bride the most. Apparently they morph from sweet, gentle girls to full on crazy arse, controlling hags (the dreaded bridezilla).
(Me? I think I identify better with being a bridekraken instead).
So with the fact that I will be planning a wedding and moving out of my current house, I predict oncoming months of hormonal meltdowns, attempts to loose weight, arrange the guest list and all the stress that comes with moving out of a house and planning a wedding, I decided to start this blog instead.
I started this blog as a way to:
- Help me cope with the oncoming stress.
- Save money on therapy/counselling by writing it out instead.
- Exaggerate the situation wildly and emphasize the drama of moving out.
- Challenge myself to look at the humorous side of what everyone says will be a stressful time.
- Enjoy myself. After all, I'm only going to get married one in my life!
Like I mentioned in my other blog, things here are not meant to be taken 100% seriously. This is just me, trying to be lighthearted and enjoying the process of wedding planning. In fact, I'm really looking forward to it, because it seems like great fun, and planning a wedding to the Most Amazing Fiancee in the World is something I'd enjoy doing.
Everything is exaggerated except this: Last week, I was fantasizing whether I could convince the officiant of my wedding to elope with me and J to officiate the wedding in Bali instead. Sorry, but I don't think Uncle Gerald will do it.
Mel out.
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