We’ve agreed on a Processional for me. After a year of him telling me it needed to be the Wedding March, and me trying to relay my hatred of that song effectively, I have gotten my way. Kind of.

I had really, really wanted to walk down the aisle to “Sympathy for the Devil” by the Rolling Stones. That was vetoed every time I mentioned it. I had requested “Hell’s Bells” by AC/DC, and the WWE Undertaker’s Ministry theme…No and no.

Last night, I went out on a limb and played a score from my favorite movie of all time, Ever After.

And he agreed.

So, I’ll be walking down to “Danielle’s Wings”, which may not be a metal tribute to his family’s hatred of me, but has an awesome trumpet introduction. Just to placate the part of me that believes I’m royalty.

Oh, and he demanded that the Recessional be the Vitamin String Quartet version of “Through the Fire and Flames”, by Dragonforce.

Sigh.

I LOVE my wedding dress. LOVE IT. I threw tantrums to make damn sure I got the thing. I pushed back my wedding date, rather than try to find another dress, when the wedding shop burned down.

That said, I HATE Twilight. Hate the whole damn concept. Hate the books, hate the movies, hate the graphic novels, everything.

So, of course, it would be the designer of my dress that designs Bella’s wedding dress and now has a Twilight collection, wouldn’t it?

Being a book seller, I have seen Twilight fans in action (or, in the wild, as it were). I am aware that, from this point forward, all discussions with fans about my dress will go as follows:

“Who designed your dress?”

“Alfred Angelo.”

“Omigod! Bella, Edward, Twilight!!!! *SWOON*”

How do I know this? Because today is the day I found out about the Twilight collection, and a version of this conversation has already happened.

I blog about everything else, why not blog about the disaster I am trying to call my wedding?

Especially since I will probably need somewhere to vent when all the psycho brides go after me for daring to be different. Or not being 100% perfect.

Brides are bitches.