I get to marry my boy, so I'll be happy, even if everyone is in garbage bags
Heee, this reminds of a funny story while I was wedding-planning. We were out for my dad's b-day (in July, wedding was in Oct, I had not done too much planning) and the conversation went like this:
Mom: Jennie, honey, are you sure you don't want colours or matching outfits for (the random people walking down the aisle, basically, anyone who wanted to--they all just sat right down, we didn't have a "wedding party")
Me: Nope, don't care
My sister: Really, because I think it would look better
Me: Nope, still don't care
Mom: but your dress is brown, and it might help "unify the look"
Me: Nope, still don't care
My sister: but what if I look better than you?
Me: Uhhhh, just don't try to marry Pete, okay, that would weird people out.
I LOVE being married, our wedding was a boozy, love filled blast, PLANNING for the wedding was something else entirely.