I called my dad yesterday to wish him a happy Father’s Day. My dad and I have one thing in common: we’re both fairly interested in personal finance. He’s the one who drilled the 401K and Roth IRA into my head. Whenever I have questions, I call my dad.
Imagine my surprise when, as we talked about my future wedding, he said, “You should do whatever makes you happy. It’s your day.” He also reminded me that he and my mom are going to help defray the cost of the wedding.
I don’t want to start looking at my wedding as “my day.” I have used that phrase exactly 3 times since getting engaged, and every time it was a mockery of the idea that the wedding should be such an important event. (OK, so I was partially serious about getting married in the dirty bar when Chad and I spent most of our senior year.)
What do I want for my wedding? I want to throw a kickass party. The only things that matter are 1.) the location, at the university where he and I met, and 2.) my dress. I know it’s ridiculous to care about the dress, and maybe I’ll wind up finding something gorgeous at David’s Bridal or something. I’ve removed the dress from our wedding budget (although I guess that’s just playing games… the dress will be bought with money that will shortly belong to both of us), because I have expensive taste. My dream dress, should anyone case to look.
Personally, I’d be happy with a wedding at a drive-through chapel in Vegas. The party is for my family (who I fear might disown me if I deny their right to party), an excuse to get dressed up, a chance to make invitations and arrange flowers and channel my inner Martha.
Every time I try to explain this to my mother, though, she gives me a speech about how I’ll regret not having the day of my dreams. I disagree.