And then there are the rest of us.
But no matter how efficiently you approach the process, there’s no escaping the seven stages of emotional turbulence that come with it.
Stage 1: (Misplaced) enthusiasm.
Oh, the love bubble. There’s champagne and hugging and excited phone calls and more champagne. Maybe even some cake.
When you think about what lies ahead you jump straight to the good bit, which right now is haloed pastiche of all the best movie/TV/celebrity weddings you’ve ever seen or read about. Because no doubt you will be wearing Kate Middleton’s dress, have Keira Knightly’s face and Stevie Wonder will be providing the entertainment.
Enjoy this bubble. Care for it. Treat it like the shiny, delicate, transient thing that it is.
Stage 2: Guilt – Part 1.
The ring has barely started forming a groove in your finger flesh, but already there are folks shining a fluorescent lamp in your face and shouting questions (OK, so maybe it just feels like shouting).
“It’s only been 19 hours,” you respond, wiping sweat from your brow. “So, no, I have not set a date or chosen a venue or picked the bridal party or found a dress or rung Auntie Cheryl yet.”
Stage 3: Shock and denial.
This is generally closely tied to the receiving of the quotes. This means hiring an ASIO code-breaker to decipher the brochures and pricing sheets, and find the inevitable hidden costs. ‘Oh, you want people to be able to sit down? Well, yeah, chairs are obviously extra.’