Consider getting married.
My dress was too small, my best friend made my cakes, and my drug regrets.
I got married ten days ago. This isn’t a newsletter about falling in love, my faith, or how the ways I see the world (and my friends) shifted in the days following my wedding. I’ll gladly talk to you about those things when we’re a little drunk and absolutely off-the-record.
This is about planning a wedding in three months, and why I believe it was the best way to do it. If you work a lot. If you’re extremely decisive. If you’re okay with a few people acting weird about it. I’d rather be stressed about one weekend of my life for three months, vs. a year or longer.
I didn’t have a bachelorette party. I wasn’t a monk, I drank in the weeks leading up to the wedding. I bought a dress I couldn’t return. I did a surprising amount of DIY. I had a skincare routine that made my face look so good I started posting selfies again. I cried twice between getting engaged and getting married. And I got to plan this party with the help of so many friends.
This letter is about planning a wedding when the priorities are fun, glamour, being hot, being young, making out with your husband, hiring friends, being in New York City and being madly in love. At one point in the night, I looked at all my family and friends and the sunset in the distance and got really scared that I’d have a comedown the next day. I didn’t, just immense gratitude and pastries. You can avoid bridezilla accusations and wedding-related anxiety if you don’t let Wedding TikTok destroy your brain.
Everyone should get married at least once.