Wedding oversights, frights, and slights over invites. (a bit long)

A quick bit of backstory: Only Mostly Missus and I have had a wedding date set of June 24 2006 since last summer. In the fall, my cousin to whom I have no real relationship at all gets engaged, and his bride to be sets their date for June 17 2006, one week before ours. Whether this was an intentional slight on her part, or just an accident that wasn’t caught before it could be remedied, we just don’t know.

It’s been grinding on my mother since learning that my wedding, which was set first, was now going to play second fiddle for half our guest list, to the later-set wedding of my cousin. And she’s the umbrage-with-the-world, any-insult-is-worth-pistols-at-dawn type. It greatly annoys Only Mostly Missus, who doesn’t want half her guestlist to be wedding’d out, and who has to schedule a number of our events now around compensating for cousin’s wedding. It mildly annoys me, mostly because I get to hear about it from Only Mostly Missus and my mother, but also for the lesser reason that it means both our’s and cousin’s weddings will receive less in the way of registry gift amounts since family is now budgeting on gifts for two weddings in a week’s time instead of one.

But now, it appears that Only Mostly Missus and I (as well as separately my sister) are on the B-List for cousin’s wedding. Invite RSVPs are due for them in about a week, and though my parents received in invitation about three weeks ago, we have not (nor has my sister), despite being asked for current contact information. This new development is sending my mother into a new stratum of seething, and she is venting it out on me (who can handle my mother), and even worse, on Only Mostly Missus (who, bless her, did not have to grow up with my mother and can’t handle her when she’s riled).

Honestly, I bloody well don’t care if we’re not invited. We have our own wedding that we will be at T-Minus one week, and if we didn’t have to worry about putting in an appearance for appearance’s sake, we’d probably be the better for it. Because of my mother’s venom, I’m quite sure the extended family is convinced that Only Mostly Missus and I feel greatly aggrieved that cousin’s wedding swooped in front of ours, though in reality, we’re just slightly peeved, and if we were invited, it’d probably be assumed we’re being bitter and sulky in the other couple’s happy day. In other words, this probably saves a lot of trouble if we just don’t get invited. (As a bonus, we can look the bigger people by still inviting cousin and his new wife.)

…But try telling my mother that.

Let me say you picked a great day to be married. It’s my birthday that day.

Well not my actual birthday but the anniversary of my birthday 32 years ago.

Nothing brings out the ugly in people like weddings.

And alcohol.

And arguments about declawing cats.

Oh, never mind.

Thank god the average wedding doesn’t involve all three at once.

I mean, who’s heard of alcohol at a wedding?!?

Ooooooh, San Juan!

Big “firenight” in much of Spain. The 25th is the feast of St John the Baptist; way before grapes on New Year’s Eve were invented, St John’s Eve was considered a big turning point. People build bonfires (traditionally with old, broken furniture) and jump over them. You’re supposed to stay awake all night and go someplace pretty to watch the sunrise.

In Barcelona it’s huge. You go watch the sunrise from the beach and then buy melted chocolate from a street vendor for breakfast, YUMMY!

I wouldn’t recommend jumping over a bonfire in a wedding dress, though.

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