Boys and weddings

Yesterday Vader had his second taste of wedding madness in the form of a bridal show. We went to a Southern Maine bridal show once coming back from a holiday with family, and mostly just learned everything in and around York costs $20 bajillion dollars. So when The Great Bridal Expo sent me free tickets via e-mail, I managed to wheedle Vader into accepting with promises of a short enough trip to not miss the Pats' 1 p.m. kickoff.

Having done the whole shebang (read: fashion show, talking to every vendor in the place, signing up for prizes and getting weekly calls from Mary Kay since) a few months ago at a show with Bridesmaid Madonna, we had one mission: coupons. Since I'll be headed to David's Bridal in a few weeks for dress hunting, I was hankering for the $50 off a dress card I knew would be available. And since we were there anyway, we found similar deals for Vader and his boys' options. And cake samples :) And as promised, we were home, Gronk jersey and all ready for the Patriots to take half a game to remember how to play football well.

As a whole, Vader is a man of few wedding opinions. He chimes in when it counts: the open bar, the billiards room, and the bar crawl are all Vader's brainchild. It took him months to inform his groomsmen who they were and he thought an acceptable flower budget started at $30, but our wedding will be a party from start to finish courtesy of my future husband. Of course, he has his moments...the other day we spent an hour discussing sword gifts but his response to "Do you want the guys to wear matching ties?" this weekend was "Stop, stop, too many questions!" 

My Vader: a wedding anomaly. I wouldn't let him near a glue gun in a thousand years, but his vows will probably blow mine out of the water.