Woah woah woah

Though the title of this blog posting does go with what I am writing about... it felt right since the song "Whoa is Me - Down with Webster" is playing. I couldn't resist.

Regardless... let's get onto the topic of this whole wedding planning sh*t that I have embarked on.

First of all, I blame this all on Darrin. If he hadn't asked me to marry him - I wouldn't be dealing with this crap... in the first place! So... let's all hate on Darrin right now.

Besides the fact that I may or may not have dropped many hints prior to the "big question" I'm still angry that he was weak enough to fall for it and now put me thru this crap.

Second of all, in-law/parents do have a say in your big day... but if the bride and groom want your opinion, fine. But don't force it and lay a guilt-trip on them when they say "no". If I want my friends there, I most definitely will choose them over yours... end of discussion. You had your big day, dear. Now it's my turn!

Third of all, Wtf is up with people spending $50,000 on a wedding?! Our budget is $15,000 and that's just right. What are these people spending an additional $35,000 on?! Umm, hello... that's a nice car. By the way, if someone who can afford an additional $35,000 on a wedding - screw the extra decor, etc and buy me a new car!

...I can't get started on the Minivan... that will take an entirely different blog posting that could turn into a novel...

Whatever... I will admit, I'm bitter about how the minivan refuses to die.

Okay, so I'm seriously thinking that eloping is just the best cure for this headache that I have with all the wedding planning. It would just be so perfect to go someplace warm (hell, I'll even do Vegas!), walk towards the man of my dreams, promise myself to him forever... and walk away. This whole "people taking pictures of me while I walk down an aisle and having the first dance while a room of 120 people watch you, take pictures and make comments" is so overrated.

The whole idea of a wedding is to marry the person you want to spend the rest of your life with right? Well... I'd say in the past 15 years... weddings have turned into a party to beat the last. Everyone wants to throw an extravagant wedding, make yourself look good and whoever can spend the most money on their day - wins! That's how I see it. It bothers me. I get that if you have a large wedding 250 guests is fair (Italians, for one) but... 500? $100,000? $11,000 on your dress? A helicopter bringing you to your reception? Paying $13,000 for a DJ?! Explain to me why this is necessary? Oh right... comptetition.

And now with being told that I have to invite family friends that neither Darrin or myself have ever met... never will see again and probably don't even know our names - seems like a ploy to show us off. Sure, I am complimented on this; however, this day isn't what this is about.

Ideally?... I'd like to wear a sundress, on the beach with no one else... that's my ideal wedding.... but then in the back of my head, I also think of how many times I've dreamt of this day, thinking about the giant, white, ballgown dress (even though I went entirely in the opposite direction with that), the dancing, the fun, getting my hair and make-up done, walking towards (at one point, for many years) Keanu Reeves, etc and I'm scared that I may regret not doing it that way if I do in fact run away and marry on the beach.

But I also think "I grew up"... I don't need/want the princess gown, with all eyes on me. Omg... the thought of walking down that aisle with 120 people looking at me makes me wonder if this is how I want to do it. I do not want to have that many people looking at me. Can't we have some sort of plan where everyone closes their eyes and suddenly I appear out of no where?

Ugh - that's my rant for now... although my office door is closed and says I'm on lunch... students have no problems starring at me thru the window and continuously trying to open my door, even though it's locked. Apparently, I'm not entitled to lunch. That's fine - they'll just have to deal with me on low sugar because I haven't eaten.