There’s a show on TV called Bridezillas (don’t judge me, I’m only human). Granted, I watch my share of trash TV—America’s Next Top Model, the occasional Real Housewives—but I do draw the line at Honey Boo-Boo and, um…okay, not much else. I love all the wedding-based shows—Say Yes to the Dress and Four Weddings and all that. I pretend it’s for research, as most romance novels feature a wedding or two, but it’s not. It’s just because I love weddings.
Bridezillas especially fascinates me because it’s about Such! Mean! People! Oh, they’re thrilling! The fact that these women are getting married at all is kind of a miracle. “I don’t care about your problems! How can you do this to me!” one bride shrieked in rage when her sister asked for help looking for her toddler. Yes. The kid was fine, by the way, except that his aunt is a raging maniac.
Another bride pitched a fit because at her rehearsal dinner, her guests had the audacity to sing “Happy Birthday” to her soon-to-be father-in-law. She took a fistful of cake and threw it on the ground. Shockingly, she and her husband divorced not too long after the wedding. : )
I love weddings. As a guest, there are only a few criteria: a bride and groom who seem truly to love each other; good food; and fun music so I can show my moves on the dance floor (unless I’m asked not to, in which case I knock over the cake table and storm off—Guestzilla).
Honestly, I haven’t been to a really bad wedding yet. But here’s hoping.
Tell me about the best wedding you ever went to…or the worst (I’ll probably use it in a book sometime). Do you love weddings, or dread them?