the journey of self-discovery that is planning a wedding for 300 of your parents' closest friends.
Okay, so I'm really excited that I have someone else with whom I can share wedding woes. My craziest plight thus far is that I was really tired of dresses with no sleeves, as the wedding magazines seemed that such a style was destined to be my fate. Through a series of fortunate events, I found that the Mormons still make modest dresses with sleeves (and I only wanted short sleeves, anyway!) So long story spliced down, I flew to Utah with a couple of friends to go shopping. And I found my dress in the first three hours I was there. And then jumped in the Great Salt Lake.If this doesn't encapsulate the instability that results from wedding planning, I don't think anything does. I have your back.
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