Wedding.. What?!

Planning a wedding is the last thing I thought i'd be doing at 23.  I never dreamt of getting married when I was younger, I never daydreamed about my future dress, I never even thought of it.  In fact, I never planned on getting married at all until I met Chuckie.  I definitely had the moment that many others had talked about, the "oh my god, this is the guy I'm going to marry" moment.  Actually, it was before we even started dating, hanging out in his old room at his dads house, when I got The Message that I would have his baby (marriage just sounds a little less scary than baby, so we'll go with that).  I sort of lost it at that moment, telling myself I was just being crazy and that I haven't even known this boy for a month.  Two and a half years later, here we are.  

So, back to the wedding I never wanted to plan, the one thing I did know was if I were to get married, I was eloping.  No question.  Chuckie knew this and he "accepted" it.  Once we were engaged, I started thinking about all the fabulous places we could do it; going on a long roadtrip and eloping in a random city,  flying to another country (like Amsterdam, where he first fake proposed), and then I thought Belize! Belize would be perfect!! We could stay in the rainforest, swap vows next to a waterfall, go hiking, it would be fabulous.  Then the blows came.  The "I would really like to have a wedding", along with "I want our families there"....Wait... WHAT?  After resisting and refusing, he finally guilt tripped me into it.  So now.. I plan.  Isn't it funny how HE is the one who insists on having one, yet I'm still the only one planning it?  Sure, trying on dresses is fun, and I'm sure doing taste testings at the caterers will be even better, but if I'm the one left to plan this thing alone, we're doing it my way.  No long ceremony, no first dance, no embarrassing things (unless I'm drunk, in which case I'll have no problem embarrassing myself).  We'll see how this goes..