FTR, May 11th is the co-worker, who thoughtfully managed to get her invitations out in a timely manner. I had already RSVPed by the time I found out about the next three, otherwise I would have skipped it. My cousin, (who lives in town, otherwise I’d have an excuse) is getting married June 8th, and I’ve known about that one for awhile, too.
May 18th is my girlfriend’s best friend. No skipping that one. I get to push around tables for the reception and help pay for the champagne toast.
May 25th and June 2nd are two long time friends of mine who I haven’t talked to in awhile. I was aware that they were engaged, but not that they had set a date. I found out about those two on Monday and yesterday, respectively.
I can’t really get out of any of them. And I do wish to share in the joy of the union, etc.
But I’m sorry, five weekends in a row is fucking insane. I ended my OP with a jab at big weddings,* but I suppose my real problem is with the concept of “wedding season.” I mean, I understand that you want nice weather and all that shit, but a little consideration for your guests and an ounce of originality wouldn’t hurt, either. I’d imaging people of my age (23) and a little bit older have to sit through a helluva lot of weddings as their friends start to marry off, and pacing would make things much easier on everybody. Plus, hall rentals and honeymoons are cheaper in February.
*Not that I don’t have other, entirely fucking valid reasons for hating big weddings. I used to be a banquet houseman for a large downtown hotel. 75% of our summer business was wedding receptions. Ever thrown tables and set places for 700 people with some badly dressed, overcoiffed bitch of a wedding planner screaming at you about the fact that you didn’t alternate the tiles on the heavy sumbitch of a portable dancefloor you just busted your underpaid ass setting up? Fuck weddings. Fuckem fuckem fuckem.