oh · darlin', · it's · so · sweet.

(Bride dolls? Man, people did some weird shit at/for weddings.

... is *that* what veils symbolized? I am absolutely not wearing one. Not only because of that, but because I have a horrific feeling it'll look absurd on me. I'd probably get drunk at the reception and set it on fire, anyway.

Then again, I'm all about cutting out all that froofy mushball-romance stuff. Ok, some of it (a lot of it) can be nice, but most of it just makes me uncomfortable. If I had my way, I'd get married on a Caribbean beach somewhere. The thought of having to walk down an aisle just scares the crap out of me... I know I'd trip over my own feet or something.

You know, I want a beach wedding, but I also want a huge fucking party afterwards. Ideally, there'd be like, immediate friends and family at the ceremony, and then everyone we've ever said Hi to at the reception. Best of both worlds--small and intimate, and then Wahoo.

I don't know, though. Knowing me, I'll forget what day my own wedding is on. Then my mother or bridesmaids or whoever will show up and I'll be like, That's today? Shit.)

(Keith made the very astute observation last night that I'm really a lot like a dude, in a lot of ways. To which I agreed wholeheartedly, and then countered with the fact that he's kinda like a woman sometimes.

Haha. It works.)