[Argh]

Here's how to run your marriage, Miss Hair. Grab your affianced.

Not THAT way!!

Grab him in a fashion conducive to dragging him to the JP's office. Get it over quickly and painlessly and present your friends with a fait accompli. Thus saving everyone GOBS of money and preventing numerous pains in the derrières, last minute kerfuffels, and an embarrassment of embarrassments on the parts of your male friends (who shall remain nameless) over one or more bridesmaids, etc.

Also, it's very unlikely your wedding at the JP's will be busted up by Hell's Angels, whereas a prearranged shindig might be.

Plus no one will have to listen to "Feelings" or whatever the hell schlocky tripe is played at weddings these days (actually, I think weddings are effectively funerals, but that's just my romantic nature, just ask the Whyisa).

And there won't be all that crying and weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth and rending of garments and bitchy remarks wimmen seem to think they have to inflict on everyone else at these things.

You're welcome. If you want any more advice, don't come to me, I'm all adviced oot.

[RMDupree]

Heh...I told Hair to just worry about what her and ecurbh are wearing, what day they want it and what time it starts.

Other than that, let everyone else worry about food and the little stuff.

[HairOfTheDog]

I hear ya Argh. To take your advice would be wise, but we are going to do something between JP and nightmare! I know the traps of wedding plans, and I am determined to make this as easy to plan and attend as a picnic!

Pray for that.

Now - Can I still go grab my affienced?

[My back yard]

After you are married you thinking you'll change your screenname to Mrs. Ecurbh?

[HairOfTheDog]

embarrassment of embarrassments on the parts of your male friends (who shall remain nameless) over one or more bridesmaids, etc.

By the way..... I wouldn't miss that for the world...

I'd buy tickets.