I swear, Jonathan may manage to marry me, but I’ll be dead the day after. Then again, it is VERY possible I will put a gun to my head the week before.
We decided to get married in New York because a) getting married in Fl would mean we could not do what we wanted and b)Jonathan’s parents are dirt poor so we’d have to fly them down there and pay for their hotel.
But neither of us thought of MY family. Everyone is an academic. Everyone. So my brother and his wife and their child have to buy three plane tickets and stay in NYC hotels? What about my sister, her husband, and their TWO kids? My brother writes me and asks if I know of any places he and his wife and kid can stay. Because they’re looking at a grand for plane fare. My sister? Coming from CA.
So now, we are going to have to fork over for hotels. DON’T YOU FUCKING TELL ME THIS HAPPENS ONCE IN A LIFETIME AND IT IS ONLY MONEY. Go to hell.
We DON’T have the money for this. We NEVER did. We are using Jonathan’s work bonus.
I hate hate HATE wedding planning. With every fiber of my being. And I am being held hostage by our friends and family. And today, today I HATE ALL OF YOU.