So, my wonderful boyfriend asked me to marry him after a long night of drinking and dancing. I cried and said yes.. I was extremely happy.....before I realized the nightmare that is wedding planning.
I am NOT by any means anything close to the target audience for the mega wedding industrial complex... I don't have 20 grand.. I don't want it in a church, I don't want a huge wedding party, limos, flower girls, pastels or puffy taffeta..
Sadly, this industry is HUGE and has taken a lot of the meaning and fun that I think should be in an event that unites 2 people.
I limited myself to 2 bridal magazines, and regretted the purchase as soon as I got home.. The $200 china plates, the $2,000 jewel encrusted gowns, the zombie-face anorexic models with unsmiling over-lit faces... nothing in these magazines speaks to me.
I understand the importance. I understand that the day I am planning will be one that I will remember for the rest of my life.. But I don't get how going into massive debt is going to set me up for a wonderful life..
I keep mentioning running off to vegas, but he cringes... and he's right, I love New Orleans and I cannot imagine having such an important and awesome event happening anywhere else..