Even if the wedding isn’t held in the Caribbean, it still gets ridiculous. I’ve watched coworkers plan their weddings, taking company time to call florists, caterers, etc. There’s a lot of competition in it, (”My diamond is bigger than hers. The band at my wedding will be better than hers,” etc.)
And it’s about being Queen for a Day. The Bride starves herself to be skinny on her wedding day, picks out a fabulous dress, has her makeup and hair done, then walks down the aisle with all eyes upon her, dazzled by her beauty. She has photos and videos taken. It’s the one day that a woman can feel like a princess, a superstar. I understand that.
But it should be about the couple’s love for each other and planning their lives together. That falls by the wayside, and the couple usually ends up divorced.
I always thought that if I got married, I’d want to elope. My fiancee and I would take off and find one of those little white clapboard churches in the country. The minister and his wife would be the only ones there.
“I understand that.”
I can’t understand anyone who understands that.
We wanted to elope but bride’s Mom said no way, “I’ve been to so many weddings and this is my chance to host one”. We stayed out of the planning other than the dress and the vows. We got to pick some of the bridesmaid/groomsmen others came with the wedding (mom’s choice) and the bride’s bouquet. That was in 1976.
The real funny part is we were so peripheral to the occasion they forgot us at the church in the Bronx and we had to get to the reception in NJ perched in the back of the photographer’s car with his equipment & empty soda bottles. We called ahead because we were sure they would be worried. They hadn’t missed us.