She hates them as much as I do; when we decided to get married, we decided that we would do it in some remote location in order to avoid a big, silly wedding at home with all our friends and family. We thought about going to the Maldives or Koh Samui or some other remote, tropical paradise. We compromised on Maui (some compromise, right?!), because our parents and siblings really wanted to attend, and the other locations were very impractical. But then our parents still insisted that we have a "party" here in MI that is turning out to be just a plain old wedding reception. Fuck. You can't win in life. I spent last Saturday being shown around some fancy hotel by an event coordinator who didn't get any of my jokes (like when he asked what theme or feel we were going for I told him death metal [I was wearing my Nigel Tufnel skeleton t-shirt at the time]). It was torture, and I though my fiancee was going to puke at some point; she didn't, fortunately. It makes it a bit more tolerable knowing that she also isn't having fun with this. It would be way worse if I had to pretend to be enjoying myself.
In a way, marriage is like graduation. At the end of the day, the grad ceremony isn't for you, it never was: It's for your parents, your family. Walking across the stage to receive my masters Diploma will mean next to nothing for me - All of the things that have meant anything to me will have been long past - but it will mean a HELL of a lot to my parents, as I am the first child to receive that high of an accolade in the immediate family. The wedding and the reception, at the end of the day, aren't REALLY for you. you already know you love the fuck out of each other. It's a formality for your families and for society, though some people also enjoy the event (Bridezillas, anyone?)because our parents and siblings really wanted to attend, and the other locations were very impractical. But then our parents still insisted that we have a "party" here in MI that is turning out to be just a plain old wedding reception.
(like when he asked what theme or feel we were going for I told him death metal
-that's a wedding I would be excited to attend.
This is fucking hilarious. I'm so happy for you guys.I spent last Saturday being shown around some fancy hotel by an event coordinator who didn't get any of my jokes (like when he asked what theme or feel we were going for I told him death metal [I was wearing my Nigel Tufnel skeleton t-shirt at the time]). It was torture, and I though my fiancee was going to puke at some point; she didn't, fortunately. It makes it a bit more tolerable knowing that she also isn't having fun with this. It would be way worse if I had to pretend to be enjoying myself.