I just read an article from The Age, in Australia, (hooray Internet!) which took a look at the wedding from the groom’s perspective.

The article opens with a man talking about his friend, a groom-to-be, who’s dreading going home at the end of the day because he has to talk about serviette rings.

Enough said.

It’s important not to lose site of the each other in the whole wedding process. Hopefully, your memories of planning the wedding will be as much fun as the wedding itself. One of my friends has been married for three years, and if you get her started talking about her wedding, her eyes still light up.

Which reminds me of my ultimate Bridezilla story . . . .

Now is as good a time as any to introduce you to my sister-in-law, who was a raging Bridezilla; yes, with a capital “B.” (Realize that if anyone in my family was connected to the Internet, I would be in serious trouble right now.)

My standout memory of my brother’s wedding (other than the bride’s suggestion that I walk from her house to the wedding in full bridesmaid gear because there wasn’t enough room in the car for all the bridesmaids) was the rehearsal dinner.

Family members had spent all day decorating the reception hall, hoping the eye-catching results would be a happy surprise for the bride on her wedding day. Ready to relax at the rehearsal dinner, all the decorators spent a half hour trying to talk Bridezilla out of marching down to the hall to ensure the food on the buffet would be laid out in the right order. And they were all hors d'oeuvres. She actually had hysterics when her mother wouldn’t let her leave the rehearsal dinner. She pleaded that we blindfold her and take her to the hall. When she was refused, she immediately started scribbling the correct layout on a napkin and demanded her mother check the buffet before the guests arrived at the reception. Meanwhile, those of us who spent eight hours decorating the hall weren’t really feeling festive or appreciated as we sat down to dinner.

And a good time was had by all.

I really hope it’s not that hard. So far, Ed and I have been getting along pretty well. He’s had his annoyingly apathetic moment; I had my annoyingly zealous ones. But overall, the process has been pretty fun.

If you have had any freak out moments – or know friends who have – post a comment so the rest of us can enjoy your story.