Hot Pink, High Heels, & Explosions

So the title is a bit misleading, I am totally excited to be getting married to my man.  He is amazing, wonderful, and I love him more than I ever thought I could love someone outside of my family and my puppy.  However, I am a reluctant bride to the surprise of many of my friends and family members.

Growing up, I always dreamed about my wedding.  Huge white ball-gown dress, held in the historic gothic-styled cathedral Roman Catholic Church in my home town, fancy pants sit down dinner, lots of music and dancing, huge layer cake beautifully decorated, calla lilies in my hands, gigantic ring.  That was the dream.  Then I got older, and older, and older.  I held onto that dream probably through my college years, and then I made a shift towards being more career focused.

I don’t know if it was a conscious shift — or just a shift due to circumstances.  I was dating, but I had determined by then that the guy I was with wasn’t the one [good thing because it ended on a very negative note] and that I was going to go save the world through my career.  So through law school’s end and beyond (I started law school when I was 21, FYI) I dated, but it wasn’t with an eye to marriage [again, good thing cause I dated some doozies of men].  I spent my time trying and failing (another post for another time) to figure out what to do with my life.

After starting my weight loss journey, I focused more on dating — for very self-serving reasons.  I was finally moving closer and closer to “normal” and there for (whether we like it or not) I was able to attract a different kind of man for dating.  I still wasn’t necessarily looking to settle down, but enjoying my time.  Finally as I narrowed into to 30, I found myself feeing “left behind.”  Most of my friends were married or getting married, and that does change the dynamic of your social life.  I also knew that I wasn’t getting any younger, and my priorities started to change.  I wanted to find that person to share my life with, whether I successfully save the world or not.

Talking to my good friend KaRenda — we decided that the next year we were going to date with abandon.  We were going to accept all reasonable requests for dates, and just live in the moment.  We decided we wouldn’t go into the first dates with the normal female checklists for suitability.  We would just date.  Since — a free dinner ain’t never hurt nobody.  So I did.

Being a magistrate judge at the time, I turned to match.com for my dating needs.  I had a very awkward and demanding schedule, that included six months of weekend work straight and overnight work.  We rotated, so it was difficult meeting someone in the normal sense do to that — as well as the nature of my job.  I interacted with Police Officers, Deputies, Bail Bondsmen, Defense Attorneys, Citizens having a bad day (complainants), and Citizens having a WORSE day (the accused/arrested).  None of which I really wanted to date.  Oh don’t get me wrong, there are some cute cops in my district — but they were off limits.  Never date anyone you work with, no matter how dreamy they are (and yeah I did have a crush on a few, I won’t lie).  So Match allowed me to scope out people on my own time (sometimes at 3am) as well as vet them for dating — I’d rather not find myself at an awkward movie with a guy I put in jail for anything.  Some turned out well for a while, but none ever really held long term (I have lots of fun match.com based stories, lemme tell you).  But I was having fun.  Then I met my babe — and I knew it was different.  HE was different.  He was brash and in terms of Southern gentility — rude.  He was a DC Yankee with the attitude and mindset to prove it.  He wasn’t overly chatty, answering my email questions with just a few words.  He wasn’t in a rush to meet, which made me not take him seriously.  In fact I dated someone else in between cause it took him so long!   But then we met (again this is another blog post) and we haven’t stopped meeting since March 2011.  He’s wonderful, supportive, funny and sweet — he’s perfect.  I stopped breathing when he asked me to marry him at our favorite restaurant   It was wonderful, it IS wonderful.  Time for that big ball-gown, yeah?

Not even.  Once we shared our happy news with family and friends, IT started.  What is “it” — “it” is are all of the wedding based planning and questions that slide over a new bride like an Alpine avalanche.  Sneaks out of nowhere and bites you on the you know what.

I was that girl who refused to plan for something that had not happened.  I bought my first bridal magazine after I got the ring.  I did have a “I’m not Engaged but all my friends are” pinterest board (which is now my “Engaged! Now What?” Board — go check it out!), but I wasn’t really planning.  Heck I was planning more about how to refresh his farmhouse (my pinterist boards “Farmhouse Finds” and “Projects that will Make Sam sigh” existed prior to engagement) than about a wedding.  I knew I wanted to marry him, but I wasn’t doing that girly pre-planning for something that wasn’t set yet.

So finally, with a shiny rock on my left hand, I sat down and got to planning.  We decided that even though we got engaged in March 2012, we would wait and take our time to plan a wedding date.  I sat down with the chair of my department, because by then I had gotten into my current PhD program and asked him to help me plot out course work, qualifying exams, and dissertation writing to pick the most optimal time for a wedding.  Since my Chair has girls of his own, he understood and kindly went through my options and his projection of my trajectory through the more formal aspects of my Public Admin program.  With that information in hand — I presented the Fall of 2013 as an optimal time.  We couldn’t do the most optimal time, Summer, because Lord bless his heart — but my fiancé and his baby brother break into a sweat if you look at them hard enough.  Let alone with the Virginia humidity and sun beating down on them — yes yes even if I put them in linen!  I would prefer to not have sweaty hubby photos, so summer was out.  We kicked December out of the mix because there is too much going on with my birthday, other people’s birthdays, Jesus’ birthday, so on.  So that left from September-November.  Somehow my fiancé picked October 26th — and there it was.

Woo! *wipes brow* Planning done right?!  Wrong.  Once we had a tentative date then IT began.  The questions, OH the questions:

Blah blah blah-blah blah! Cue the early 1990’s

Some of the questions I knew how to solve — right off the bat I knew who I would ask to stand beside me.  I knew what four women in my life — one that I’ve known since we were 8; one who got me through law-school and the beginning of adulthood by being my person [yes that is a Grey’s Anatomy reference]; one who became my social butterfly buddy and confidant when I moved to a new city; and one who is my fiancé’s God sister — and now my sister and treasure too.  I knew that.  That part was easy.  THAT part was fun (for another blog post).  But the rest…the rest was insanity.  I spent my summer looking at every venue that would work at the back end of October, talking to every caterer that got reviews, finding and crying and screaming over dresses, researching photographers, looking at invitations…..I would run from the office of my internship to this appointment and that appointment.  My goal was to answer those questions and more before the end of the summer — and then I just, stopped I stopped.  I could not any more. I had run out of “cans”.  

I am a reluctant bride.  Don’t judge me.  I am that woman who has bi-monthly breakdowns about wedding planning (tonight was my night actually).  I have been staring at my save that dates that need addressing and avoiding the bag like the plague.  And until tonight I was afraid to admit why.

Remember that dream that little Ashley had about weddings?  That dream is gone, because it is impractical.   I cannot have a “Say Yes To The Dress” wedding with a $5,000 gown.  I cannot hire a lighting specialist (one of my favorite things someone has dropped a dime on in an epi of “Four Weddings” on TLC — the show that breeds bridal insecurity.  There will be no horse drawn carriages, no written vows (my future hubs is not a wordsmith), no five-tier buttercream almond wedding cake.  This is real life.  And real life is on a budget.   And to be honest — that makes me a little sad inside.  It makes me a little annoyed that it is SO hard to have an amazing wedding, when your budget isn’t.  It’s one of those clear moments of adulthood, where although you cognitively realize what is best — you do it dragging your feet and kicking rocks the entire way.

Reuters reported in May 2012 that the cost of an average wedding has hit roughly $27,000 in the United States.  They cited an expert from The Knot stating:

In 2011, one in five U.S. couples spent more than $30,000, and 11 percent spent more than $40,000 on their weddings.

I can tell you my budget is below average.  However, please don’t get me wrong — I appreciate that my fiancé is willing to foot the bill for the shindig we’ll throw in October.  I appreciate that my mom bought my wedding gown.  I appreciate it all.  But that doesn’t mean I don’t grieve a little bit over my lost dream wedding filled with tulle and southern opulence   I am human.  I am not perfect, and I’ve got a little envy on some incredible weddings I’ve been to of late.

And it doesn’t mean that as I try to bring this event monstrosity in under budget, that I love the sacrifices that that will require including giving up optimal venues, discount dress and accessory shopping, not being able to provide some luxuries for my bridesmaids, and most difficult — cutting the guest list.  Some of my friends — some people reading this blog — won’t get a Save the Date.  They will not be invited.  I can’t invite all my friends, and family.  I can’t.  I am out of “can’s”.  I hope they know that even though Aunt Edna (I really don’t have an Aunt Edna but you get it) or one of my dearest College girlfriends bumped them off the list — its not because I don’t cherish their friendship or love-through-blood, it’s because I had to chose.  I sat in Samson’s Aunt’s house and cried as a I cut my list.  I sobbed.  Sat at a dining room table in the middle of the night during Thanksgiving, SOBBING.  That kind of body racking cry.  The ugly one.  Silent only because people were sleeping.  I know I might have to do it again as well….

I worry that those who aren’t invited will see it as a slight, will be angry, will think I thought ill of them or that they weren’t worth the cost.  In bridal books and mags they do a great job of telling you how to couch those moments in grace and slight fabrications.  But the truth of the matter is — it’s money.  If I had all the money in the world, I would invite way more people.  At one point our list topped 250 individuals (and that was without children).  But we don’t have all of the money in the world, so I have to cut.  I had to.  Don’t be mad.  I cried people, and for some of you that I just can’t invite — I’m still angry that I can’t.  I will probably remain angry that some of you I just cannot invite if I don’t want to bankrupt my future husband.

So here I am.  A reluctant, sad and cranky bride-to-be, trying to move on from her childhood dreams and face reality with a fresh face of determination.  Throwing the wedding planning ball into the air along with all the other ones, and hoping that I don’t drop a ball on my face.  Hoping that everyone will be kind, because I’ve heard other women talk about brides and it can be vicious.  I hope I won’t get caught in any mudslinging.  I hope it will be beautiful, and lovely — and as close to perfect as the world allows.  I hope everyone there will have a good time.  But yet.  I am still reluctant.

Crap — I still don’t have a DJ…..

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5 responses to “Wedding Bells: Reluctant Bride”

  1. dee says:

    There there. Don’t cry. I totally empathise because wedding planning is a torture worse than wearing high heels. I got married on a whim so I got to go to city hall three times in two days. We got a marriage license on vday (it was just thd first monday after we finished thd prenups). There were all sorts of couples standing in line to get hitched on v day at city hall. There were vendors selling bouquets and taking wedding photos, which made me sad for them because I know in my mind the last thing I would want in my photos is a line of other brides and grooms.
    In NY we have to wait 24 hrs to get married so we went to a different city hall and our friend/witness was late and then when he showed up he had no ID. We were fixin to tuck our tale between our legs because I had to go to work, then somethjng came over me. It was pimping.
    We drove to the ine near my house. Had a stranger named grace witness for us. I wore jeans and a northface and when asked if I would do it I said yup. When we started telling people/people started seeing our tats, I was shocked by the anger and why didnt you invite me. So I stopped telling folks. The other nice part about it is that we wear our metal bands on the right so only Europeans know thay we are married.
    We quieted all ghe whiners by telling them we wanted to fly our family and friends to a destination to listen to our vows. We have saved enough money to invite and pay for over 30 people but I know that at this point we arent doing it.
    Almost two years of marriage have sobered me up to the idea that I like the idea that I wore jeans and a north face to my wedxing. I love that only a stranger knows what we said to each othrr and even then, i doubt it matters to her. Also the more old people I meet with serious married time logged, the more I have found out that these large marriages are fads and they want to know how all these young newly weds have so much cash to blow. For me, doing the prenup was very sobering. It let me kniw what I could and couldnt afford and additionally it made me view my husband as a liability: he could get sick and be unablr to support us and I would have to take over. Sorry people not squandering the nest egg on a party.
    So dont get me wrong, I love weddings to death but next time you feel sobby just remember:
    1. However your wedding turns out is how you want it to be. If an element is really important you will find a way even if it involves twerkin on williamson rd. The people who will moan or judge arent going to be making the vows. Its about you and sam. Also, try not to invite internet trolls!
    2. People get over not being invited. Feel no shame. Every bride cuts and if she doesnt cut shes forgotten someone.
    3. Dont apologize for your taste!

  2. Julie says:

    I don’t have any sage advice other than “I’ve been there, I get it” but I do I have a recommendation. If you’re not reading the blog apracticalwedding.com then you are missing out and you should be. It is one of the few that I discovered too late in my process but really helped me keep my sanity at the end. And I’m still reading it – because its about more than cute favors and awesome centerpieces (its not really about those things at all), its really more about setting yourself up for a good life/marriage etc with some awesome wedding pictures and ideas thrown in.

  3. […] so on…but other than that, I just kind of got burned out.  Again, as we all know I’m a reluctant bride as far as the planning of this-here shindig goes, so I took every opportunity to ignore […]

  4. LS says:

    Thank you!! I seriously googled “reluctant bride” because I thought someone out there had to hate the whole fuss for the same reasons I did.

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