I'm sorry. I suck.
BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
I have known for a while that there is no way to make everyone happy.
I know that.
I wanted one of two things: Big, frilly, poufy, girly wedding, or going to Vegas and getting drunk and having Elvis or a Klingon marry me.
I could never have option A because part of my definition of big, frilly, poufy, girly wedding is having your mom there doing all of the mother of the bride things and having your dad-- the man from whose loins you sprung forth-- be there for the first dance. With both parents a little dead ("You're lucky, he's only mostly dead!"), I wanted option B.
Well, the most important element of the wedding in my opinion-- the groom-- absolutely REFUSES to just elope, especially to Vegas. He says it cheapens the solemnity of marriage.
...cheapens? Damon, you have a shirt from the FIFTH GRADE that you STILL WEAR on a REGULAR BASIS. And you wear tennis shoes with Dockers. Puffy tennis shoes, not Chuck Taylor's or anything. Oh, and one of your favorite places to eat is Jack-in-the-Box. Right, and your future bride was in high school when you started dating and you were a college drop out who later got a job at Del Taco. Del Taco! And we live with your mom! In Canyon Country! We are the epitome of white trash over here! I mean, babe, I love you, and I wouldn't want you any other way, and where we've gone has made us who we are, and times are definitely improving, but we are not exactly the height of class. So again, I say... cheapens?
But whatever. It's just as much your wedding as it is mine and because my only reason for wanting to elope is that I WANT IT AND I'M THE BRIDE OMG and you have VALID reasons for what you want, then I'll compromise (compromise is required in every relationship, but the question is always "Who's compromising?"). Anyway, this is the compromise we came to:
Ceremony: "Parents" (with both parents being dead, I get my sister and brother-in-law, and Joe, the three most important people who had a hand in raising me; Damon gets his mom, dad, and step-mom), an attendant for the each of us.
Reception: Barbecue at my sister's house with, like, a zillion people (and by zillion, I mean 75-100 or so).
Look. I know this is going to hurt a fair amount of feelings. And I'm totally bitchy for changing things up like this. I'm a bridezilla even. Call me names. Please. I deserve it. But I just don't want a big ol' wedding. I only need three things: a groom, a celebrant, and a witness. So... that's the plan.
I'm sorry. I suck.
I have known for a while that there is no way to make everyone happy.
I know that.
I wanted one of two things: Big, frilly, poufy, girly wedding, or going to Vegas and getting drunk and having Elvis or a Klingon marry me.
I could never have option A because part of my definition of big, frilly, poufy, girly wedding is having your mom there doing all of the mother of the bride things and having your dad-- the man from whose loins you sprung forth-- be there for the first dance. With both parents a little dead ("You're lucky, he's only mostly dead!"), I wanted option B.
Well, the most important element of the wedding in my opinion-- the groom-- absolutely REFUSES to just elope, especially to Vegas. He says it cheapens the solemnity of marriage.
...cheapens? Damon, you have a shirt from the FIFTH GRADE that you STILL WEAR on a REGULAR BASIS. And you wear tennis shoes with Dockers. Puffy tennis shoes, not Chuck Taylor's or anything. Oh, and one of your favorite places to eat is Jack-in-the-Box. Right, and your future bride was in high school when you started dating and you were a college drop out who later got a job at Del Taco. Del Taco! And we live with your mom! In Canyon Country! We are the epitome of white trash over here! I mean, babe, I love you, and I wouldn't want you any other way, and where we've gone has made us who we are, and times are definitely improving, but we are not exactly the height of class. So again, I say... cheapens?
But whatever. It's just as much your wedding as it is mine and because my only reason for wanting to elope is that I WANT IT AND I'M THE BRIDE OMG and you have VALID reasons for what you want, then I'll compromise (compromise is required in every relationship, but the question is always "Who's compromising?"). Anyway, this is the compromise we came to:
Ceremony: "Parents" (with both parents being dead, I get my sister and brother-in-law, and Joe, the three most important people who had a hand in raising me; Damon gets his mom, dad, and step-mom), an attendant for the each of us.
Reception: Barbecue at my sister's house with, like, a zillion people (and by zillion, I mean 75-100 or so).
Look. I know this is going to hurt a fair amount of feelings. And I'm totally bitchy for changing things up like this. I'm a bridezilla even. Call me names. Please. I deserve it. But I just don't want a big ol' wedding. I only need three things: a groom, a celebrant, and a witness. So... that's the plan.
I'm sorry. I suck.