My first wedding

Last night I had a nightmare that set me straight. Forget my carelessness regarding wedding planning. The media and bridezillas everywhere might have the attention to seemingly unimportant details attitude right. In my dream, our wedding is horrendous.

I wear a black dress, which is actually cute and flattering, but serves as a harbinger for the affair to come. Our reception (I don't recall an actually ceremony) is at a mall in a Macy's or maybe a Dillard's clothing area, which is partially cleared for the occasion. I can see shoppers browsing as I dance on the carpet floor. It isn't all bad, though, I remember the dancing is a blast -- everyone gets down. Thanks be to music. However, our first song, since we forgot to provide a list, is the "I'm too sexy for my shirt" song. Eugenio goes along and we make it work, as if we picked it ourselves, but most likely Seth, my brother and apparently our DJ, chose it.

While dancing I scan the audience -- we don't have food or drinks for our guests, only chairs set in rows -- and notice the emptiness. None of my friends are here! Later I cry, call Katy, and say "My wedding was today and you weren't there." She cries too and adds, "I'm so sorry I didn't know. You didn't tell me." Later Eugenio finds red, soggy invitations that were never sent sitting in my Dad's mailbox. We also forgot to reserve a pool and rooms at the mall (no idea where this part comes from; anything is possible in dreams), so the party is over. The family heads to my dad's house for a double chocolate Costco cake (which is awesome, and I would even consider in waking life), and later we all go to the movies (I'm still wearing my dress trying to savor the day, while everyone else wears tshirts) -- but not everyone and not all together. Eugenio and I, and a few of Eugenio's work friends go to one theatre, and we get lost on our way. It's as if we aren't familiar with San Antonio and no one has GPS. Mara, Paul, Joe, and others go to another movie theatre. Perhaps they foresaw the chaos, or maybe they had enough.

Eugenio is so sad about how the day unfolded; he suggests, and I agree, that we have a do-over.

Thankfully, I awake, sweating, and figure my dream is meant as a warning. Katy, maid-of-honor, please note my wedding is hopefully Feb 12 -- in case I forget to send invitations. ; )

(Before this particular nightmare, I had a much milder dream in which I accidentally killed someone. Oopsie.)

Your bridezilla-ish-to-be,
Hanna