What is so difficult about it? Is it the mere thought of having to commit to a social function, or politely reject said invitation, that causes folks to simply pretend like they didn't receive the invite in the first place? BIGGEST. PET. PEEVE. EVER. If I bother to spend the time making pretty invitations and then send one to you, the least your sorry butt can do is respond. In this modern day of technology, an email will suffice. Hell, I'd settle for a text, facebook message, or even tweet, if it meant I knew whether or not those invited were actually attending.
On that positive note, I attended several family functions below the mason dixon line this weekend. My suga' daddy somehow managed to survive (while mentioning at least 5 times that we will be signing a marriage contract that says we shall never live anywhere south of Yankeeville.) This brings me to my next issue: while it is considered gracious and polite in society to respond to an invitation, it is even more obnoxious to ask for one. If I had a dollar for every person who ASKED me for a wedding invitation this weekend, perhaps I could afford to invite them. I mean, come on people! My typical response was "well, we'll have to see. It's going to be a small affair, after all." Had I not been in big-hair-god-fearing country, I'm fairly certain my response would have sounded something like this: "F#&% OFF." But, out of respect for my southern belle mother, I swore off dropping the F Bomb while at family functions (which is just the place I need such a verbal release!)
Now that I'm still engaged and my SD hasn't left me despite his torture time in Bible Country, I'm getting serious about this wedding planning. Who knew save-the-dates could be so difficult to find?! I mean, seriously. I want it to be cute and all, but if my mother had her say, we'd spend our entire wedding budget on announcing our wedding via grandiose and complex invitations. One of her ideas, as god is might witness, was to send a Harry & David's apple to each guest along with a save the date card, since we're getting married in "the big apple." At $15 a pop, and with a mere two hundred invitations to send out, why not send them each an entire case?! I'd be happy to sport a second-hand dress and get married at city hall. After all, that's about all we could afford with such elaborate invitations. Give me some Andre, and we'll be good to go!
If I'm not driven to drink heavily by the time this wedding rolls around, it will be a miracle. Now: Go and RSVP to any and all invitations you have. Otherwise, my next post may be about you.
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