I never expected to finish my wedding day in the emergency ward of a Balinese hospital but, sadly, not everything goes to plan.
Weddings tend to come with their fair share of issues – they’re like teenagers or pirated dvd’s. Navigating through their issues takes hard work, skill and patience.
I was labeled a groomzilla about 9 months ago when I really took charge of the wedding plans. I’ve organised plenty of events in the past but nothing quite matches the pressure that sits atop a wedding. It was a living hell.
The ultimate bridezilla email has gone viral.
It got to a point where I just started saying ‘no’. No cake, no garter, no bouquet, no formal seating.
I could not be stuffed shuffling name cards around a seating plan. I called ‘buffet time’. Eat when you want and sit where you want with whom you want. I ate my dinner sitting on a step next to one of my brothers and his wife.
I was ably assisted with wedding preparations by Kel’s 3 bridesmen. Yes, bridesMEN. And before you start wondering, yes they are all gay and great wedding planners, as were a few of her other very helpful gay friends. This truly was a case of Queer Eye for the Wedding Guy.
You are probably wondering exactly how the bride involved herself. It’s safe to say that she became a little detached from the wedding process. I didn’t take this personally. She assured me that she would turn up on the day, in a dress and say ‘I do’. She’s shy and hates attention, therefore planning for constant attention for an entire day didn’t sit well with her.