I was looking for an old journal of mine this morning. I didn't find it, but I did find my wedding album.
Holy mother of HUGE.
I've already written about my wedding before, but I think that I could write about it 100 times and never accurately put into words just how fucking HUGE that wedding was.
It was and will probably always be the Biggest Wedding I've ever seen, and I aint talking about the number of guests that were there.
I'm talking about The Size of Everything. Cake? HUGE. My sleeves? HUGE. My bangs: HUGE! My Veil? THE HUGEST VEIL IN THE HISTORY OF WEDDINGS.
I still can't believe that the people who supposedly "LOVE" me actually let me wear that thing without sitting me down to express concern.
"We know that it's the biggest, most expensive veil in the store and that it is covered with sweet pearls! And yes, pearls are beautiful! But so is your head, Y! Don't you want people to see your beautiful head? Also, think of your neck. Do you want to get The Stiff Neck while you're up there listening to your father's 3 hour sermon (because you KNOW you're Dad is going to preach a 3 hour sermon at your wedding, right?) Please, put the pearly veil down for ONE MINUTE and think of your neck. And your head."
I probably would have worn it anyway, because the crazy woman at the bridal shop had convinced me that it was "the newest, most beautiful veil out there!" and that "all of the brides were buying it!!" But, even still. No one even TRIED to stop me and that hurts a little bit RIGHT HERE.







Napoleon: I like your sleeves. They're real big.
Deb: Thank you. I made them myself.