Let’s Elope…no wait…small wedding…no wait…
My fiance and I go back and forth with this debate all the time. Elope v. Wedding. It’s maddening, but it brings to light a interesting question;
Why the hell are we having this party anyway?
The simple truth of the matter is that we are more focused on the marriage than the wedding. The wedding, we are starting to realize, is more for the people that come than it is for us…and really, if we’re going to drop thousands of dollars on this why don’t we just buy a car instead and send them all pictures of us in Vegas with an Elvis impersonator marrying us? (OK, that’s more me than her)
Case in point; we’ve decided that we’re having a small wedding. Now, do not get the idea that small wedding means a few hundred dollars…I’m talkin’ to you Mr. “Thinking about it”, b/c your girl already knows this. Small wedding, for us, means $15,000. That’s renting a place out in VA, catered dinner, open bar, service the whole shebang. (Small wedding for the Style Network, I’ve learned, is like $30,000…and they can go fuck themselves for pumping this shit out to our fiances. I mean really…there’s NOTHING small about $30,000)
We first get whacked with the rental fee for the estate…it’s not bad, but it’s still a good nut. Then comes the caterer proposal. $4000. At that point, it comes out…”Why don’t we just elope!?”
The answer is, really…because we want to do this in front of our friends and families and share the moment with them. And that’s not her, that’s us. Me included. For real. Ironically, her parents think we should elope. God I love them. It’s far more practical, and we’ll see them at Christmas anyhow. Everyone should hope for in-laws like these.
But I am thinking of just pouring Patron shots, chilling Yuengleng, and calling Yen Ching Palace for a Pu Pu Platter for 50 or so.