To Invite or not to Invite?

If you have ever planned a wedding, you will understand how I feel toward the guest list: complete and utter hatred. Firstly, you can’t do anything else until you know how many people are coming. You can’t even pick the napkin color without someone saying, “Well, how many will you need?” As if the color changes with more or fewer napkins!

And don’t even get me started on how painful it is to see seventeen people my fiancé has never met on his parents’ portion of the guest list. Call me new-aged, but shouldn’t he at least be able to introduce me to everyone his family brings in? I’m being pretty pushy on this one because, as we have established, I’m not outgoing or particularly socially adventurous. Luckily the venue (my front lawn) can only hold a certain number of people and NO, we cannot invite even one more person than that number thank you very much.

If I sound surly, it’s because I am. Now, I love my family and friends, and I love my fiancé’s family and friends—honestly—but I really want this day to be shared with people I love (and therefore know). I don’t particularly want to shell out (or have parents shell out, as the case may mostly be) for people who I don’t know and will never see again. Because they invited my mom to their kids’ wedding eight years ago isn’t a very good reason to me.

I do hope the major bitching will stop at the guest list, geez. At least we can celebrate a new president today! Let’s not forget the real world now, Josephine.