Pardon the non-writing related update, but dangit I had a bad day Wednesday and I want to write a post about it. Which is double unfortunate because I woke up in a great mood. I had every plan to have a wonderful day.
Wednesday, it suddenly hit me that our wedding was a mere 4 1/2 months away, and that we still didn’t know where the ceremony was going to take place. We’re getting married on a Saturday in June. It’s kind of imperative that we put a deposit on a church sometime soon.
Brad’s family is very religious. Southern Baptist, specifically. They don’t want alcohol at our wedding reception, but that is not happening.
The one big request I am trying to guarantee is that we get married in a church by a (male) pastor (their request).
But oh my goodness. It’s kind of difficult when you’re planning a wedding in Texas when you live in a Virginia. I have only spoken with one church, but (no particular surprise), their requirement is pre-marital counseling. IN. PERSON.
We’re saving our money to MOVE to Texas this year. Not to pay $800 for both of us to fly down X 4 (it’s 4 separate sessions) = $3200 basically for marriage counseling! Uh, no!
The church we rarely frequent (it’s one of our flaws, okay) offers pre-marital counseling as well, but we have to make sure that it’s “approved” by this church we’re considering getting married at.
OH and the church will cost us $650 to use!
Maybe that’s an average number. I don’t know. I’ll be emailing more churches this week to compare.
It’s just unfortunate. If it were up to me, we’d double up on our reception space. Get married, reset, have a party. But I want my in-laws to come. And I don’t know if they will if we don’t say “I do” in a church of some kind.
I dunno. All of a sudden the realization of how close this was crept up on me. First and foremost, we NEED to know where we’re getting married at. But I also need to start looking at invitations, we still owe $1,000 on the reception hall. I’ve barely made a dent in paying off my dress (on a credit card) AND I need to buy a plane ticket to go home and get the alterations done (i.e. more $$$). Five, six months seems like such a long time. Four months, not so much.
Gahhhh. After the meltdown I had, I drank some wine, ate some Doritos (Nacho Cheese), strongly considered a trip to Krispy Kreme (but I held myself back), and unwound.
So in case you were wondering why I didn’t write a post yesterday, I was busy having a mental breakdown.
First guest post is up tomorrow! And then we’re back on track, promise.