So far, parts of planning our wedding have been pretty fun. Other aspects make my hair turn gray.
After spending days listening to new and old songs, we were able to finally pick a ballad for our first dance – a 1990s Hootie & the Blowfish classic.
Checking out venues has been enjoyable, along with setting a date. Even penciling in the guest list hasn’t kept me awake at night.
I never considered the finer details, however, until my fiancee started asking about them.
“What kind of theme should we have?” she asked.
“What kind of what?” I replied.
“And what about the color scheme?”
That answer was easy. “Whatever you want.” As a colorblind man, I consider myself lucky when I manage to competently dress myself in the morning. Color schemes generally aren’t near the top of my priority list.
“Which photographer should we hire? What about the caterer?” she asked.
Taking a look at some of their rates made my jaw drop. I thought we were hiring people to work at our wedding, but they seem to think we’re asking them to perform open heart surgery.
As a once-in-a-lifetime event, I’m sure this wedding will be worth every cent and every ounce of energy we put into it. By the time the big day finally gets here, however, I will probably need to invest in some Just For Men. With what we’ll be paying for pictures, I want to look sharp.