If you get angry at how totally screwed you feel (rock, hard-place, hard-place, rock) when planning a wedding as in intelligent woman, then people call you the-word-I-won’t-even-say-here-because-it’s-so-un-feminist. So it’s time for a new word:
Engragment - The feeling of rage that so often sweeps over you when trying to plan a wedding within the bounds of reason, while staying true to yourself.
Honey, I just called that super hip, low-key venue that we saw on the blogs. You know the one’s all the budget/DIY couples were using? Yeah. It costs $7K for a Saturday afternoon, and that doesn’t include tables, chairs, plates, or the security guard and the venue DOC that we have to hire. I feel so engraged I could rip out my hair.
Oh. That’s nice. This wedding magazine said this bride was super-budget-conscious, but the wedding is at that $7K venue, she’s wearing two designer dresses, and the photographer is that one who’s prices start at $10K. This is BUDGET??? This cr*p makes me engraged!
So I asked my mother today if she’d help haul the beer to the site the day of the wedding. But, engragingly, she just told me, “Oh, I don’t think that will work. But don’t worry dear, it will all work out, and just remember, at the end of the day you’ll be married!”
How would you use it? Go!
(Thanks Carrie, you make my typos better.)