Kitchens, Attitude, and the glee of wedding planning

Folks let me tell you...I HATE WEDDINGS.

Oh I know what you're thinking.

"Why Stuart? Weddings are beautiful! Oh look at the dress! Isn't she so very beautiful! Awwww!"

Meanwhile, heres what I'm thinking.

"Oh g-d not this shit again. If we have one more stupid argument about colours I swear I'm going to start planning a permenant escape to bora bora. Yes, lets go talk to yet another vendor who will ignore me entirely for the next two hours. I don't bloody care if they're waving freakin' fans or not! Augh! Damn it, why did the vendor say that? Now I'm going to have to deal with a stressed out fiance...again! Augh"

Please note the stressed out fiance part. I swear in two years of dating this girl prior to proposing I could count the stressed out moment on one hand. Now its almost daily, over such small tasks like:

a. five minute phone call to rabi
b. selecting a song
c. writing out the contact information of the vendor for the wedding

How is it that shoes can be so frickin' difficult that it requires multiple trips to find them? Why does anyone care? Why the hell would anyone be fixated on the brides shoes? Why do I have face a stressed out fiance over something as stupid as a pair of shoes? Why why why????

In the mean time I'm handling the DJ, purchase of a place to live, upgrades to the place to live, the honeymoon, half of the contact list,the photographer, disposable cameras, the wedding website. In two weeks I'll not have to worry about this for at least another 23 years. All this fuss over 1 day.....grrrrrr.....