My dad told my brother that I am a Bridezilla. I disagree. So I went to Wikipedia and found this definition:
Bridezilla (a portmanteau of bride and Godzilla) is a generic term used to describe a difficult, unpleasant, perfectionist bride who leaves aggravated family, friends and bridal vendors in her wake. A bridezilla is obsessed with her wedding as her perfect day and will disregard the feelings of the family, bridesmaids and even her groom in her quest for the perfect wedding.
I also found this site through Wikipedia – Etiquette Hell – Bridezillas and Groomonsters. From the examples on that site I think I have quite a ways to go before being a bridezilla (I have no intentions of becoming one FYI).
I found my dad’s assessment of me as a bridezilla a little offensive as I don’t believe I have exhibited any behavior of this nature.
Do I know what I want? Yes.
Do I know what Travis wants? Yes.
Do I want the day to be perfect? Yes.
Am I uber organized? Why, yes I am.
Does that make me crazy? NOPE!
Then I thought to myself – my dad is the one who suggested we have a pig roast for our reception. He may not be on the same page as me. Island Elegant does not equal dead pig being roasted in an open pit.
My dear readers I challenge you to share your Bridezilla or Groomonster stories with me. Keep me in check. If I truly start to exhibit Bridezilla-like behavior call me out on it. But please, please make sure it is justified. Don’t throw the label of Bridezilla around carelessly. It’s just not nice.