My venue was my parents’ ranch.
While it was free, that came with its own challenges. At an all-inclusive venue, you don’t have to worry about setup or take down. My friends and family helped set up, but guess who was left to take down the tables, chairs, and stack dirty dishes in jeans, a t shirt, and their wedding hair/makeup? My new husband, a groomsman, and me (save for a couple GUESTS who felt bad when they realized we would be the ones cleaning up. Embarrassing.).
My poor mother and aunt.
To save on catering out at the rurally located ranch, my aunt (who is an amazing cook) offered to cook some savory comfort food. It was delicious, but my aunt couldn’t enjoy the day as a guest and honored family member. Also, my mother? I later found out that she didn’t enjoy the day at all because she was so busy trying to manage things. Particularly while I was gone getting my hair and makeup done.
“You HAVE to invite Aunt Carol!”.
Okay, I don’t have an aunt Carol, but I got SO much flack from several collective people about who I should and shouldn’t invite. This was probably the biggest factor in me wishing I had eloped.
I had calls from family members pressuring me to invite people that had flaked out on me during some of the biggest moments of my life. I also had some people call my husband and end up nosing their way in with an invite because Brian’s the nicest person on the planet.
I even had some in-laws bring uninvited guests that I had never met, despite being told multiple times that we didn’t have the room/budget. That led to a minor scene being caused as place cards were handed out, and in turn kicked some people out of their seats (including my mother-in-law who thought I was personally slighting her). Yeah, if you’re reading this and brought along those guests, you know who you are. #iamstillnothappy
The dance floor was divided.
When you are #blessed (hashtag used with some sarcasm) with so many friends from so many different walks of life and interests, it’s hard to get them to mesh. I line dance and I also have a lot of theatre friends who prefer things like Broadway showtunes, and fun songs like “Time Warp”. Both sides kept requesting songs and it was hard to combine those, and some guests left early because they weren’t able to participate on the dance floor.
A few other things. On top of all of the above reasons, some guests arrived almost an hour an a half early and were giving me a bad time while everyone was trying to have portraits taken, the weather was spotty for an outdoor gathering of the magnitude, and the amount of leftover food and drink (we calculated how much alcohol to buy with one of those online calculators) was enormous. We were left with about 75% of the alcohol we bought initially. All of that had to go with somebody.
I realized I was doing all of this to please other people.
“My parents would be hurt if we didn’t have a ceremony“
“You’re TOTALLY inviting me to your wedding right?“
“Fine, if you don’t invite them, I’m not coming“
“You don’t have to invite so-and-so, but if they inquire, I want you to go ahead and say they can come”
Yeah. Those are just a few things I heard throughout our relatively short engagement period of 6 months. I let the fear of what people around me thought direct my wedding choices (so to mitigate that here’s how to tell your family you’re eloping -link-).
We ended up spending money on things we no longer have, or forgot. Put aside the fact that I’m a photographer for just a second. I spent money on decor, food, and pleasing other people when the day should have been more about Brian and myself. About two months before our wedding, Brian, who was now helping out more with the wedding plans turned to me and said, “Is it too late to elope?”. I, of course, said yes, because we had so much non-refundable retainers out in the world that we’d be losing money. Looking back, that’s a pretty sad reason to go through with something that you’re both not super hyped about. My preference would have been to elope to Maui or Las Vegas, or somewhere else epic and invite a handful of people and if they can’t make it, we get it.
You know what happened after the wedding? Brian and I went home and I cried. And not happy tears.
I wish I had the resources back then (that I’ve developed now) to help me realize a smaller wedding was more my speed.
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