As an adult-child and proud dork, I'm having a hard time adjusting to the fact that getting married really is something I should take seriously and not inflict my, how do I say, various influences on. From the music to whether or not I can have bride and groom Emperial Walker cake toppers have come into consideration. Sure Mahna, Mahna is not an elegant classic, but it holds just as much meaning as Brian Adams' Anything I'll Do in my heart.

Shopping for a suit seems to be really hard as well. We're not having a typical wedding, not to say it won't be fancy (hence my disappointment over the nulled cake toppers), but it's not a tuxedo affair. After reviewing some prices and being simultaneously annoyed by and jealous of the fact my fiancee found an uber good deal on a dress, I feel disheartened that I may end up having to rent. This is one area where I actually always wanted to shine. Sure, I teased a tuxedo t-shirt, but it was just that. I want to own a suit, it's just I wish it was something Costco offered pre-packaged and reasonably priced.

Another couple of important things that need to be reasonably priced as well are the ceremony and the reception. We're having both in one place that was agreed upon. The figurative downside to paying for it all is we're keeping it to our nearest and dearest. There's really no problem with that in the long run, but, dag nabbit, I wanted my first wedding to be a relatively big one. It's my day! Sorry, a little Groomzilla came out there.

In the end though, it will be about the fact that I'll be married to the woman I love and want to spend the rest of my life with. Sure, I'll have to be a well dressed and respectable adult for a day, but she's well worth it. I can go without that They Might Be Giants song on an elegant play list. I can live without cake toppers on an already beautiful cake. I can grow up for a day. I don't want to, but for her, I'll do most anything, except get a cat.