Wedding Wednesday: What is the sound of one bride snapping?

Well, thanks to all of your advice and encouragement, I made an appointment to be waxed from stem to stern about a week before the wedding. I will, of course, tell you all about it, provided I am not at the hospital having my labia surgically reattached.

Saturday morning I had an acupuncture appointment, and if I had the money, I would have that woman stick needles in me every day. I was so relaxed afterward I wasn’t sure I should be driving. My head was oddly quiet, and a bizarre feeling came over me…a sort of calmness, I think, though to be perfectly honest “calm” is not a state with which I am very familiar. I imagine it was a little taste of what life must be like for people without The Crazy. Of course, the calm only lasted until that evening, when my father called to hint darkly about suicide and ask me to be executor of his will. But I have acupuncture weekly from now on, so at least I will recapture the feeling soon. It is terribly expensive, however. I am tempted to stick myself with a few straight pins to see if that has a similar effect.

If you have not planned a wedding before, you would be surprised at the level of neurosis it inspires in the people around you. I remain fairly blasé about many of the details, but not so other family members. Below is a partial list of items that have spawned debate and/or controversy in the past few weeks:
Tartness of piccata vs. Heaviness of cream sauce
Beef prepared medium rare
The Actually’s wedding shoes (new brown Chuck Taylors to go with dark brown tux/suit)
Price of hotel affiliated with venue
Potato soufflĂ© vs. Garlic mashed potatoes (I stood my ground on this one—elegance be damned, I haven’t had mashed potatoes in months, and I plan to roll happily about in a pile of them at the reception).
Invitees not being allowed to bring guests
Choice of pink champagne for cocktail hour (I was pleased about this debate, because it meant I got to spend a pleasant afternoon sampling four varieties of pink bubbly—the overwhelming winner was also the cheapest, incidentally).
Rehearsal dinner invitations
Shoes for groomsmaid (I picked out the dress, but was unaware that I was expected to micromanage the rest of her attire. I told her any shoes would be fine, and this was apparently an unsatisfactory response. So I amended it to “Something that goes with the dress”).

Currently I am trying to come up with a “shot list” for the photographer. “Lots of nice photos that make me look thin” is insufficient guidance, I have been told. And if you think this issue is not rife with familial-political landmines, oh ho ho!
I don’t feel the need for lots of posed pictures—a few, sure, but primarily I would like candid shots. I certainly do not feel the need to have every possible permutation of family immortalized on film, especially as photos will be taken during the all-too-brief cocktail hour after the ceremony and I’ll be damned if I’m going to miss out on raspberry-brie puffs and pink champagne just so Great Aunt So-and-So can have her picture taken with me, the Actually, and all the cousins with names beginning with letters A through K.
This is an unpopular view.

Between now and the wedding, I have only seven days without appointments of some kind. Not one of those days falls on a weekend, which means I have no long stretches of time to work with—the longest unscheduled period I have between now and the 26th is four hours. The wedding itself is in just over three weeks. People keep remarking upon how calm I seem, but I think that is only because the whistle I emit is pitched too high for human ears.