This is one of the first posts I wrote five weeks after getting engaged, and oh, four weeks after I’d realized that the wedding world was Totally. Nuts. I hadn’t even found out about, erm, ‘first glance dresses’ and boudoir pictures. No. I was still in the wading pool of crazy. In the wading pool, I found out that I could spend five figures on a elopement package at a vineyard in Napa. Which? If we had planned on eloping, we could have taken that much money, gone to Italy for two weeks, and popped into a courthouse in Rome to married-get, and then vaaacccaaaattttiioooonneeeeeddd. Which actually sounds really nice…. hum.
I had no readers to speak of in the way-back, so I was less, um, censored. So, vintage Meg, coming ‘atcha:
Once a week (at least while we were picking our venue, tough on a limited budget) one of us would say, oh hell, lets just elope. But then we found out even elopement isn’t what it used to be! Now people sell “elopement packages.” They offer you a lovely venue to say your vows, a photographer, and dinner for your closest family and friends. You bring the dress and the flowers.
You tell me what’s wrong with this picture.
On the plus side, I’m sure $10,000 or so is considered a decent budget for today’s more modest elopement.
Photo via flickr.
