Do yourselves a favour and elope.
That is all.
Heh....that makes perfect sense! It's supposed to be about vows; nothing more!
This whole subject just irritates me. One of the things I've always wondered is why it is all about the bride? Why is it
only her special day that she's probably been dreaming about since pre-conception?! What about the groom? Man, I'd so resent all that crappy getting ready only to stand aside while she gets all the glory and
her lil dream comes true...shoot, that'd screw the honeymoon for me!
I just don't get the whole frilly frill thing and teaching our girls all about the fairy tale wedding...reality is always best, lol. (Fairy tales always turn out bastardly and leave us on the ground and squirming around, huh?) I guess I can see establishing the formality of such a sacred event, but all the satin and lace, linen and tulle, chandeliers, high falutin' crap, booze, band, and perfect scenery in the world don't make an event sacred. (Well, maybe the booze.)
Many moons ago, I catered one of my numerous weddings and did double duty serving at the reception.
I bought a fancy lil $99 dress at the mall, my diamond was so small that when I later pawned it, I only got $30, and I used a friends business for the reception. That was the coolest part of all, cause it was an old 3 story building in the historical district that used to be a dime store...everything was in it's original condition. Didn't have any cool music to do the bride boogie to, and had to clean up when it was over, but I surely did play the southern belle part to a tee! lol
At another, I held the whole thing in my parents yard, in between two lovely, very old and gnarled oak shade trees, (much needed, it was 105 degrees) with gardenias and roses bloomin' all around us, and held my reception on their brand new deck that we had just spent finishing up the night before, lol, with arms still aching from rolling 5 lbs. of lemons for our lemonade punch. Dress was about $50 and it was PINK,(!!) chosen during a clearance sale (again, from the mall...haha!), didn't get a diamond and only had to tip the preacher man.
My first was so, so sad. Justice of the Peace, a short, plain and cheap lil white dress, parents that weren't speaking to either of us cause he was a BIG cradle robber, and no honeymoon. It was over before I even knew it began! The best part was that we moved away to the big city of Charlotte. I never knew any world other than my own lil small town neighborhood, so once we split, I was soon off getting into big city trouble! What a lil hell raiser I turned into, lol.
Dang that much older man!
Hahahaaaaa! I WAS a member of the BTDT Marriage Club. I swore I never getting married again, and told my now-husband that very thing when we started dating. You see how that went.
The lesseon? "Never say never."Yep, yep! I was in such bad shape after I picked up my pieces the last time that I told the dude I was dating that he better not even think of getting serious and I'd hit him
there if he started conjuring up marital bliss. I dunno, I always thought men would love hearing such words, but the lil f'er only wanted me more! Go figure....
We were married one year later and he had really sore balls.
