We just had to have the “should we just elope?” conversation again yesterday. I want to get married, not host a circus featuring me as the over-dressed lead clown. I think I’m set on just doing it simply in the backyard and it’s all no big deal then I realize people are talking about traveling from far away and friends are sending pics of dresses they think I’d like and Kevin is telling me “we have less than a year, you’d better start figuring this out” I’m like, OMG, this is not just going to be like a Friday night when our friends come over and we hang out. Which is what I want. Just an afternoon-into-evening, comfortable, giftless, happy time. So then I think maybe we should skip it altogether, but then he says okay, but he would like to have his daughter there and I realize I need mine there, too, then he mentions his sister and BIL and I think, yeah, plus my BFF, and what about everyone else?
It’s a fucking quagmire, is what it is.