Mildly Disgruntled

When D first asked me to be a bridesmaid in her wedding, I felt happy and honored. Ten months later I just want the dratted thing to be over. I, in my naivete, had underestimated the costs associated with being a bridesmaid: dress, dress adjustment, shoes, gift for bridal shower/bachelorette party, wedding gift, makeup/hair products, not to mention to the time invested in helping to pick out shoes, bridesmaid dresses, and assembling rather convoluted wedding invitations that require an assembly line of four people and two shifts. Gah. There are TWO maids of honor. I can see wanting to honor certain people but, cripey, that’s one too many. The original idea was to have a casual bbq reception at a park. I’m not sure what happened. Maybe D was seduced into purchasing a reception package. Maybe she was pressured into having The Wedding by her close family.

Things That Could Be Dispensed With:

-Bridal Shower/Bachelorette Gifts: Do you really need 15 sets of lingerie? And bath and body products out the wazoo?

-Design Your Own Wedding Gown: If you don’t have a clear idea of what you want, this is an exercise in futility, especially if you are trying to combine 2 different dresses in 1.

-Scads of Bridesmaids, Maids of Honor, and Groomsmen: The more people you have in your wedding party, the harder it is to coordinate everyone’s schedules. I understand wanting to be inclusive, but do you really need a damn entourage? Why not just rename the bridesmaids ladies in waiting?

-Complicated Wedding Invitations: The more complicated your stationery, the more likely it is that your supplier will get something wrong. And glue dots are EVIL, I tell you. EEEEVVIILLL.

-Wedding Registry: Great. More shit to fill your house with. I much prefer the Chinese tradition of giving money.


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