I’ve gone through a range of emotions planning the wedding: stress, nostalgia, excitement, anxiety. Most recently, I’ve been nervous. But now, I’m angry.
Yesterday, I sketched out our late September Italian honeymoon. 3 nights in Florence, 3 nights in Siena, 3 nights in Venice. Researching hotels and rates, I’ve realized that for the amount that we’re spending on the wedding, we could have gone on a luxurious vacation staying at the poshest hotels and dining at top-rated restaurants all across Europe for at least a month. Can you imagine? The always chic Hotel Costes in Paris, the new Botanist restaurant in London, the Palazzo Barbarigo on the Grand Canal in Venice, venerated tapas at Comerc 24 in Barcelona, wine at Vyne in Amsterdam. We could have truly had the jetsetter vacation.
Weddings are the culmination of the very worst of American commercialism. Wasted money on a dress I’ll never wear again. Another check written for alterations on a dress I’ll never wear again. Some brides add on gown preservation. (At least Miss Havisham really got her money’s worth.) Hundreds of dollars on hair and makeup for a day. Thousands of dollars on food, drink, and entertainment that people may not even like! People will complain that the open bar is just wine and beer. People will complain that I didn’t get flowers. People will complain that they didn’t get a welcome bag. I’m paying for you to have a welcome dinner in addition to the wedding reception…that’s your fucking welcome bag.
So is it worth it? I’m starting to think…we should have just travelled like rockstars. That certainly would have been worth it.
After this is all said and done, I’m going to start the anti-wedding campaign. Stop flushing your money down the toilet. Flush it down a bidet in Paris. C’est magnifique!