The bride’s mother is often the driving force. It gets old listening to the wedding preparation progress, as if her daughter is the first young lady to tie the knot.
Not my mother. Hubby and I both planned ours. Entire thing from gown to cake to cuff links to the local b&b with 75 guests was $500 and it’s lasted all these mumble, mumble decades.
My friend’s, two weeks later, was $2000 for the gown alone. Way too much hoopla and boring. Well, it may have been not so boring if the wedding party didn’t have to do all the chores like speed across town to get the ugly cake, speed across the other direction (twice) for the grooms’ attire, wash the reception dishes while getting hollered at by the bride that nothing better be broken, wait around for hours for the happy couple’s pictures, the bridezilla intentionally ordered my maid of honor dress in the wrong size and color, blah, blah, blah. Oh, and please, don’t give the bridesmaids $3 ink pens as their gifts. I had given her a nice pearl bracelet which she claimed she immediately lost so I forked over another. Surprise, we’re no longer friends.
When people start learning to just say no, these ridiculous destination events will end.