Grrrrrr..... I'm so annoyed. I am knee deep in the throws of wedding and wedding planning season, and suddenly I get a furious phone call from a diva groom who crawled so far up my ass that I actually thought he was gonna come out my mouth. How's THAT for a visual? Ewwwww... But, the crazy thing? I don't blame him, I blame you, bridey, for not sharing all of the pertinent information that you and I have been discussing for months with the most important person in your life!
Bridey, you had MONTHS to tell the dude you're gonna marry some pretty important shit, oh, like I dunno... How you would prefer that he wait for you at the altar instead of walking down the aisle with his parents, or how we completely changed one of the entrée selections (because he'll understand), etc., etc., etc., and now it's up to me to fill him in during a surprise phone call and about four panic attacks later. Thanks. Thanks for putting me in the position of "breaking the news" to him. Bridey, I'm not the one marrying him, you are! And frankly, it's not my job to make sure that you are sharing the decisions we make regarding your wedding with your fiancé! It's yours.
Look, I'm not naive, I know that the grooms carry less weight when it comes to the wedding plans, but for the love of God, bridey, you have to SHARE the plans with the poor guy; especially when it comes to the ceremony! Seriously, the groom I spoke to (for the first time, BTW... yeah, it was a lovely first impression for both of us) was practically reaching for a brown paper bag