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FEBRUARY 17, 1998: New York City: U.S.A. - I've been buying bridal magazines
since I was 12. Ok, well, maybe not 12, but definitely
15. I've always loved weddings and all the girlie-girl
stuff that goes along with them.
So it was an odd feeling, two days after I got engaged,
to go to a corner newsstand and buy magazines while
actually wearing an engagement ring on my finger. I was
legit now. I deserved to be buying this bible of the
almost-hitched crowd. I could join the club I'd stood
outside the gates of for so long.
What I discovered was that reading these magazines for
fun and reading them when you're actually planning a
wedding are two very different. In the case of the
former, a world of possibilities are opened. In the case
of the latter, too many choices are inflicted upon you.
Suddenly, I felt overwhelmed when thinking about it all:
the flowers, the cake, the reception sight, and, of
course, the dress.
I panicked and set the date for the wedding for September
19, 1998--a full year and a half away. It's a sentimental
pick -- September 19 is his parents anniversary, as well
as his sister's.
I figured this might give me enough time.
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