A Wedding Story

A lot of times, late at night, and when there are no good cartoons on, I'll switch to the Life Network and watch whatever is on. Earlier this fall, when Tammy and Jer lived here, she and I used to put him to bed and then watch Blind Date and other shows in that thread. I assumed that was what would be on at this hour, however, the people in charge of programming decided to taunt the poor single people watching late night TV with shows about weddings.

Rather than watching Sons of Butcher, which I hate, or going to sleep, which didn't seem to be an option, I folded laundry and watched Rich Bride, Poor Bride. For anyone who's never watched, the premise is that you watch the couple purchasing for, planning and executing their wedding and then they reveal how much their budget was and how much they actually spent. The couple on the show I watched had a gorgeous, understated, yet elegant, affair. Her dress was beautiful, the cake was beautiful, the hall was beautiful and they had Hawaiian dancers for entertainment post-dinner and pre-dancing. They remained a full $750 under budget. Their budget?

$45,000.

My jaw dropped to the floor. I contemplated waking my big sis, who is consumed by the need to get hitched before she turns 30 and ask her if this is true, and if so, if she's insane. My God.. for $45,000, continue to live in sin, get him to buy you a ring to state his commitment and put down a nice down payment on a cute little starter home.

$45,000. Wow. That's unbelievable.

I mean, it's a dream most women have. To be entering a life with a man you love, and the celebration surrounding it. From the time I was a little girl I used to dream about my wedding, and admittedly, hearing the girls at work (I am one of 3 who are currently not engaged or married, although I spotted one wistfully looking at the webpage for Spence last week) talk about their pending nuptuals and the plans they have sometimes makes me think about what my own would be like.

Corina and I talk about it a lot, too. I'm sure we'd just have to say the word and she'd be off like a shot setting things in motion from the plans she's already made. Me? I know what my bouquet would be and what my bridesmaid dresses would be colored. Other than that? I'm clueless.

So.. is it all worth it? For that one day in the sun and the chance to have the wonderful memories it generates?

I may never know.. weddings cost an arm and a leg, so I may have to cut mine off in order to contribute, and then who would marry me?