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So tonight's the All Star game, which, as I have previously mentioned, I will begrudingly watch. Go American League!
This is the only only ONLY day of the year you will catch me cheering for Sox players. And it hurts way deep down inside, but I want the American League to win. And I think they will. The starting lineup is pretty sick.
So this morning my mother tells me they don't mind paying $130 bucks a head for 150 people. I think they're crazy. My mother is determined that my wedding will be in a 'nice' (i.e. expensive) place. And when I told her that 130 x 150 equals 19,500, and that doesn't include gratuity! Or tax! And that's only the reception! ...She didn't bat an eye. Because all a wedding is around here is a freakin' show to impress people. That's all it is. And everybody knows it. But that doesn't stop anyone from doing it. And it's really sick and sad. And I really would rather take the money that my parents are going to spend on this wedding and buy a house with it. But that does not look like it's going to happen, sadly. I guess there are worse things than having an expensive wedding, but the amount of money really does make me wanna puke.
And the fact of planning this all myself is really overwhelming. Men are no help. Brian will look at places with me and go places with me, but guess who has to do every single last damn piece of research? That's right! Me! And do I wanna do it? No. I really wish I could hire a wedding planner. But that's out of my ridiculous budget. Go figure!
This is the only only ONLY day of the year you will catch me cheering for Sox players. And it hurts way deep down inside, but I want the American League to win. And I think they will. The starting lineup is pretty sick.
So this morning my mother tells me they don't mind paying $130 bucks a head for 150 people. I think they're crazy. My mother is determined that my wedding will be in a 'nice' (i.e. expensive) place. And when I told her that 130 x 150 equals 19,500, and that doesn't include gratuity! Or tax! And that's only the reception! ...She didn't bat an eye. Because all a wedding is around here is a freakin' show to impress people. That's all it is. And everybody knows it. But that doesn't stop anyone from doing it. And it's really sick and sad. And I really would rather take the money that my parents are going to spend on this wedding and buy a house with it. But that does not look like it's going to happen, sadly. I guess there are worse things than having an expensive wedding, but the amount of money really does make me wanna puke.
And the fact of planning this all myself is really overwhelming. Men are no help. Brian will look at places with me and go places with me, but guess who has to do every single last damn piece of research? That's right! Me! And do I wanna do it? No. I really wish I could hire a wedding planner. But that's out of my ridiculous budget. Go figure!