wedding
I have never been married. If you've read any of my entries on marriage, you will know that I don't have the most favorable view of marriage. It's always intrigued me that young women seem to fantasize more about their weddings than understand the reality of marriage. I was not one of those girls who dreamed of my wedding day or kept an album of wedding inspirations before having a boyfriend. I did not dream about a wedding or a marriage. Frankly, I think I am a bigger supporter of divorce than marriage, but that's a topic for another entry on another day.
Recently I have surprised myself in dreaming about my wedding. I want a very simple, very small affair. I've always wanted to look out at the guests, and no matter whose eye I catch, I want to be thrilled to pieces that they are there. So only people who I adore are invited. I'd like to keep it to about 16 guests total - 8 from each side, 4 couples sounds right. I'd like it to be a very brief ceremony - 15 minutes tops. I picture it at a beautiful courthouse. No cheesy music. No bouquet. No aisle. No giving me away. No bridesmaids or groomsmen. And for the love of God, no white dress. I'd like my husband to be married in a navy blue suit and I'd like to be married in a short party dress. Something like this from Boston Proper.
Then after the ceremony, we go out to dinner, have lots of wine, and have fun. Simple, prudent, elegant. That is so me.
