In fact, this past summer involved little else than me driving to different corners of the country to ring in a friend or family member's happily ever after. The crazy thing is that as much as I love weddings from the teary vows to the bouquet toss, I have realized that I am living and working to pay for everyone else's celebrations.
With seven weddings over the past few months I have learned that weddings don't come cheap. One friend's happy engagement usually means:
-an engagement party (nice bottle of vintage wine in hand)
-a stag and doe (raffle tickets and drinks)
-a bridal shower (something boring off the registry like cereal bowls)
-a bachelorette (an assortment of penis-related items, drinks galore)
-the big day (new outfit, hotel, gift)
SHEESH.
I suppose I may come across as bitter because I am not married yet, but I just can't wrap my head around the financial and time commitment an outsider has to make for each wedding.
Who knows... maybe when it's my turn I will forget the frustration that I feel now and demand what every Bridezilla feels entitled too. In the meantime I have to hit up the mall to find a new dress for wedding number eight.
