On Tuesday night, my boyfriend proposed and I said yes–so he’s now my fiance. Which is very nice for us both. We’re very, very happy and looking forward to our lives together.
But we’re not going to have a wedding. SUPER not going to have a wedding. We are adults. I’m 28 and he’s 36. We have two housefuls of stuff. We are not religious. We have other ideas about things to spend money on. No wedding. We’re planning to, without warning anyone, get married at Town Hall and then go on a nice vacation. When we get back, we’ll give a party at my house (then to be our house), with no caterer and no gifts and no pressure for anyone to travel a long way to be there. And that’ll be that.
And things are getting silly already. His family is mostly cool–though they’re having a big family shindig in Cozumel next June and think it really would be nice if we’d get married there… sigh.
Meanwhile, my mother came on to Messenger this morning to tell me that her best friend was talking about a “destination wedding” in Key West or Hawaii or or or… . I reminded my mother that there would be no wedding, then asked her if her friend thought that we were going to pay for airline tickets, or if we were going to make everyone pay for their own. My mother abruptly signed off of Messenger and hasn’t come back on–meaning that she’s sulking hard.
Lord. We knew that we weren’t going to warn people about the date of the actual marriage… little did we know that we shouldn’t even have told them we’re engaged.