Welcome to the 90’s Mr Banks.
Holy balls weddings are expensive. No I mean like really expensive. Pretty sure I could buy an organ for this amount of money.
Last week Oscar and I sat down and put together a budget. We laid out all the costs and even put together a guest list for us to be able to work with an actual head count. Scary stuff. I knew it was pricy to tie the knot but never knew it was THIS pricy. Its flowers for gods sake. They need a bit of water and sunlight to grow. WHY DO THEY COST SO MUCH? (No I am not talking about strange flowers or “out of season although they grow it in a greenhouse” flowers. Regular normal flowers)
Another thing I am cringing about is a wedding video. Oscar insists on having one and I am DREADING being on any type of camera. Who watches it anyway? But I think Oscar will win this argument. I will wine on something else.
Not to mention all these random hidden costs. Like paying for waiters. Or gifts for your wedding party. They all add up.
I can’t help but have Father of the bride flash backs. I GET IT Steve Martin. I get why you fell into the in-laws pool. I get why you nearly fainted at the sight of the cost of a cake. Mostly I get why you freaked out about paying for excess hot dog buns. It all makes sense now Steve. I feel you.
Our budget is still on paper. I will type it out tonight and cry and drink. And then be ridiculously happy BECAUSE WE ARE GETTING MARRIED!
Ps. If you are one of the fortunate few who have parents who helped/will help/can help pay for your big day, shut your privileged face 🙂