- 8 years ago
- Wedding: May 2011
So my mom has always said that my wedding is my day. I make the decisions, she just makes sure they fit in her budget. So my boyfriend says we should get married in my hometown. Great! I’ve always wanted to get married in my parents’ yard. They know that – my mom and I designed a rose garden ages ago specifically as a backdrop for my wedding. So I start talking to them.
I want to invite about a hundred people, 40 relatives from each side, plus about 20 friends (to include my parents and the wedding party). My parents freak out. “We thought you wanted a small wedding!” “OK. Do I have to invite A?” “Of course.” “B?” “Yes.” “C?” “Duh.” “D?” “Of course, and you have to invite X, Y, AND Z.” “So… I have 40 people I HAVE to invite. He has a similar number. Plus, I want AC, KO, and SP to be my bridesmaids. Add in the library people, and I have 54 guests. Plus his side.” “*huff huff snarl* Well, you can’t cut anybody, but you were supposed to only have about 20 guests!” WTF?
Then… “6 PM on a Saturday in May. The only drawback is it means feeding people dinner.” “Oh, that’ll be fine. We’ll manage something.” Week later… “You can’t do food at an outdoor wedding! The frosting will melt off the cake!” “In May? It will probably be 70 some degrees in the evening.” “Well, true, but… It’s ridiculous.”
“I’d like do a dancefloor, in case it’s been rainy around that time.” Dad: “Oh yeah, I can make that no problem. I’ve wanted something like that for years anyway.” Two weeks later: “I just don’t see why you want to dance.” “Because we both enjoy it.” “Well, OK… but it’s not you!” Um… Because I didn’t do three years of dance when I was little, plus dance classes in college, plus clubbing in England…?
After deciding on a 6 PM wedding… “I always saw you doing a cake and punch reception.” “Well, if I do it before dinner, the library people I most want to come won’t be off work. And I’d have to nix the fireworks.” “But I like the fireworks!” “Then it has to be an evening wedding.” “But I just don’t get doing a meal at a wedding!” “So… you want people to go without dinner, but be there in the evening?” “No, I just don’t want to do a meal, but I want to do the fireworks.”
After meal/fireworks discussion: “Maybe we could invite certain people to the fireworks.” “We could have the wedding earlier and just have our immediate families out for the fireworks and marshmallow roast.” “No, we should invite everyone to that!” WTF???
My dream wedding: At home, outdoors, with rented chairs and tables. My three closest friends as bridesmaids – I really can’t choose between them (only one of whom I’ve met in the last four years, and the only new addition to my list. I was in the room for the birth of her son – we’re close.) Music via CD player (now iPod) for both reception and ceremony with my brother as emcee. Potluck dinner (only 20 guests are local, so it can’t really happen), with a cake from Wal-Mart with a few fake flowers stuck on for decoration. Tables including not fancy decorations, but stuff for guests to do, like a board game and crayons (icebreakers, as it were – I hate the usual wedding reception, sitting with people you don’t know, staring at the tablecloth until bride and groom announce each contrived tradition) and a treasure hunt of sorts for kids. VERY budget, I think. Only the dress, tables, chairs, cake, and flowers are expensive. Recently, I thought of doing fireworks, after realizing that the people who have been on my must-invite-list for almost seven years don’t get off until 5 on Saturdays. My mom is excited about the fireworks, the only abnormal expense. WHY is she freaking out?
If I can get a job before then (had a VERY promising phone interview today, YAY!), then I’ll pay for my own dress, since we’d always imagined I’d make my own ($60 for fabric vs. $600 dollars from David’s Bridal). I just can’t get my sewing machine to work for more than an hour, and it takes two hours to get it to that point, so buying one is less stressful.
(Did I mention I literally write novels? Cannot get the hang of short stories.)