Mandy quickly set me straight over the idea that I would have a limited role in the planning of her wedding. It was our first Wednesday night drinks as a group after our return from Botswana and engagement announcement where she laid down the law with all of us.
"Right you lot, our wedding is a little over four months away and we have work to do. We're already behind since the Best Man and Maid of Honour decided to be rude and take a 3-week trip to Africa and get engaged. I want everything to be in place by the first week of August so I'm not stressing about little details over the last month. So I would like it if all of you can pitch in."
Sarah ever supportive of her best friend, agreed before I could protest, "Don't worry, Mike and I will do everything you need us to. I will make sure he and the boys earn the right to take Adam on his stag do."
Between the two of them, they became a force of nature. Our Wednesday night drinks sessions became planning meetings and our weekends were lost to the various tasks that needed to be done. That first weekend, I was kicked out of my house so the girls could get all the invitations ready.
Being so closely involved in the planning of someone else's wedding gave me and Sarah an idea of what we didn't want for our wedding. Mandy wanted a big traditional church wedding with all the bells and whistles. Neither Sarah nor I were particularly religious and were opting for something a lot smaller. This worked to our advantage because as Mandy dragged us around various wedding fairs and other jobs, we were able to start putting some building blocks in place quietly. Mandy didn't mind as long as we ensured that her wedding was the priority and our ideas were so different that there wasn't any overlap.
She did challenge me about not getting married in a church, one afternoon while the girls using my living room to look through wedding magazines while I provided tea and coffee.
"Mike, why are you so against church weddings?" She asked me
"I'm not. But I'm not a believer, and I'm not going to say my vows in the name of a deity I don't believe in. Anyway, I can't get married in a church."
"What do you mean you can't get married in a church?"
"Mandy I've never been christened or baptised, thus I have never been accepted into a church, therefore I can't get married in one. I know people do anyway but I don't think that's right. I may not believe but that doesn't mean I don't respect religion and their beliefs, I'm not going to be intentionally irreverent," I replied simply.
"But how can you stand up for me and Adam in a church if you're not a believer?"
"There is no rule against it, I'm not the one saying the vows, as long as you two believe then I am happy to support you."
She looked at me in disbelief before turning to Sarah in support, "Don't look at me bridezilla," Sarah interjected quickly. "I don't want to get married in a church either, I just need an officiant, our friends, family and Mike standing opposite me."
Mandy stared at both of us like we were crazy, before dismissing me, "I suppose I can live with that if it's what you two want. Now, Mike, I know it's your house but can you fuck off to the pub so I can discuss dresses with my bridesmaids?"
Thankful for the release I left the house planning to spend several happy hours watching end-of-season football, talking pub nonsense and not thinking about wedding plans. Well, that was the plan, but it appeared Sarah had made plans for me as not long after I had taken a seat Adam and the boys joined me.
"What are you lot doing here?" I asked as they sat down next to me.
"Your fiancΓ© suggested we come and sort out a few things while you sat in the pub so my fiancΓ© will stop complaining that we aren't doing enough," Adam replied with a smile on his face.
"What do we need to sort out, you have a venue, invitations have been sent, hell the catering is even being provided by the venue. At this point, all that needs to be done is dΓ©cor and dresses and they don't want our help for that," I replied not happy at my afternoon being ruined.
"I know all that mate, but you know Mandy isn't going to be happy until it's all settled. How about this, we still need to pick out our wedding suits and stuff, let's meet next Saturday and get it out the way?" he suggested.
Knowing it was pointless to argue and that it would Mandy happy, which in turn would make Sarah happy I agreed. Tom and Harry, were more keen on discussing actual important issues like Adam's Stag weekend as the girls hadn't given us any time to discuss it.
We spent the next couple of hours arguing over the various merits of different places. I advocated for Newcastle, it was popular for stag weekends, relatively cheap and I knew it well from my Uni days. The boys overruled me on that one, saying it was my town and we should save it for my stag do. In the end, we agreed to a weekend in Dublin.
When I got home Sarah was watching TV and waiting for me with a bottle of wine and two glasses.
"There's my fiancΓ©," she greeted as I came in. "I missed you. I hope you didn't drink too much with the boys, I want to share a bottle of wine and snuggle.
"You okay love?" I replied.
"Yeah, it's just a lot you know. I wasn't joking when I called Mandy a bridezilla."
I nodded my head and took my seat next to her, before opening the wine and pouring us both a glass, "Okay Babe, here's your wine, tell me how Mandy rattled you."