We did a destination wedding because, frankly, the travel time for the families was about the same as if we’d done it where we lived. His family lived on one end of our home state, my family lived on the other, and we had recently moved three states away for his residency. We were 7 hours from his family, 10 from mine, and the families were 6 hours away from each other. Our options were:
a) Have it where I grew up. We could spend the first of our five days off driving, the second having the wedding, and the third driving back, and be too exhausted to enjoy the other 2 days, and his family could drive 6 hours to spend a weekend in a hotel in a town where there is nothing fun to do. People who didn’t want to come or for whom it would be a hardship would feel obliged to take the time off and come anyway.
b) Have it where he grew up. We could spend the first of our five days off driving, the second having the wedding, and the third driving back, and be too exhausted to enjoy the other 2 days, and my whole famdamily could drive 6 hours to spend a weekend in a motel in a town where there is even less to do. People who didn’t want to come or it would be a hardship for would feel obliged to come anyway.
c) Have it where we lived. Everybody who wanted to come could drive 7-10 hours to spend a weekend in a hotel in a city where we hadn’t yet figured out what there was to do. People who didn’t want to come or for whom it would be a hardship would feel obliged to come anyway.
d) Have it in New Orleans. Everybody, including us, would wind up driving about 10-12 hours and would get to spend a weekend in the Quarter. Since it was already non-traditional we could skip a lot of the work, hassle, and expense people would otherwise expect. People who didn’t want to come or for whom it would be a hardship had a good excuse to stay home.
There weren’t really any great options, and d seemed like the best of the lot. We got to unpack our luggage that first night and didn’t have to touch the damn stuff until the day we left, my parents got to spend the morning of the wedding taking the street car through the Garden District instead of running around wrangling bridesmaids and decorating tables and all the stuff we had to do the morning of my brother’s wedding. My grandparents got to bitch about the food, lodgings, and atmosphere of a new place, which is their chief enjoyment of traveling.
I do wish my brother and sil could have come, but they’d just gotten married and he’d just started a new job, and anything but option A would have been really difficult on them. Also, he didn’t especially want to go to his own wedding, much less anyone else’s. (He’d never say so to my face, but I know the man.) And my dad’s stepmother and her husband were too medically fragile to come, but they weren’t even able to make it to my brother’s wedding an hour away. Even if we’d gone with option a, I’d pretty much have wound up doing what we did–sending them a corsage and boutonniere to wear the day of and a note saying we loved them.
Yeah, it probably was selfish of us to do the destination wedding so we could relax a little instead of spending our entire wedding and honeymoon in the car for the convenience of half the guests, but in all honesty if I had it to do over again I’d still pick option d.