Between work and my personal life, my brain is feeling kind of full at the moment. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fake/real fiancé-ness (which is bounding closer to real every day). Let me explain… as far as we’re concerned, we’re engaged, but we want both sides of the family to feel comfortable so we bumped the official engagement timeline until after everyone has had a chance to meet – Thanksgiving.
It hasn’t stopped us, or I should say me, from beginning the planning process. Prior to the fake fiancé, I had put little (if any) thought into a wedding. I didn’t really have a clue where to start. Thankfully, my google-fu is strong. Translate that as, ‘I started voraciously consuming wedding blogs and any other information I could find.’
My foray into wedding information pretty much confirmed what I expected. Wedding’s are an expensive proposition. I wasn’t planning on anyone in particular contributing so I set out to have a teeny wedding and that’s where the choices started.
First, what state? I live in Minnesota. My parents and my brother+sister-in-law+3 kids live in Colorado. The fiancé’s family lives in Michigan. I decided Colorado made the most sense since. I decided to have my teeny wedding in my parent’s backyard. That plan didn’t last long.
While an extremely small wedding would have included the bulk of my family, it would have left out nearly all of his. Plus, I was informed by both sides that I wasn’t going to be the sole contributor. I was forced to rethink my position. Truthfully, I wanted to do something slightly larger, I just couldn’t fund anything bigger than 40 or so by myself.
After some discussion the guest list increased to 140 (or so) and my Mom sent me a magazine with Colorado wedding venues. After being further horrified by price tags and ridiculous requirements, I found a place I not only liked but which was exciting. They just didn’t have the date I wanted. After some brief discussion, I was convinced to be date-flexible and book the place I really wanted rather than make the reverse compromise. A smart choice, I think.
So, we went from 40 to 140, from backyard to restaurant, and from one date to another. But wait, there’s more…
Sunday, October 25th, 2009, 3:41 pm | 
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