Ignorance is bliss

Posted Wednesday, October 10, 2007 6:28 PM

Dearest friends and family,

As a journalist I have an insatiable need to know everything. Curiosity runs through my veins – and my genetic makeup.

Last night I came home from a work party and was greeted with a police helicopter that spent the next 30 minutes trying to coax a robber out of a home on the next street. I had to call the non-emergency police number just to make sure I wasn't about to get shot.

However, for the next week and a half, can you all do me a favor? Don't tell me anything. I mean it. Nothing. If someone is unhappy, if there are too many chairs, if there is not enough food, if the room is too cold, if someone doesn't like the hotel … I do not want to know.

I will sign my name to anything declaring this to be so.

I have a need to want to make everything perfect. If I'm told something and I can't fix it – it stresses me out.

In the event of an emergency, do not pass go, do not collect $200, do not call the bride. My ears are now blocked to any sentence that starts with "You have to…

I have four bridesmaids, a maid of honor, a father, a mother, a father-in-law, a mother-in-law, two grandmothers, an aunt, a caterer, a florist a DJ, two rabbis, a cantor, a venue coordinator, a photographer and many friends (who all speak multiple languages)– not to mention a fiancé – who all have the ability to handle things just as well, if not better, than I can.

This isn't to say that I don't care about what's going on. I do. Really. I just feel that if I don't HAVE to know -- or it can be dealt with without involving the bride -- then don't tell me. Some things I do have to know: lipstick on my teeth and walking down the aisle with toilet paper attached to my shoe would fall into this area

I love you all, but from here on I'm reaffirming my mantra: Hakuna Matata  -- it means no worries. No matter what happens over the next 11 days, just smile at me and say "it's all good." I promise to return the favor one day.

Love,
Shoshana