My wedding had about the same number of guests, and also featured doggy guests (though, sadly, not my cats). It was a double wedding with my brother, held in my parents' back yard, and I too was platinum blonde! No white, though--I wore a vintage 1960s turquoise polyester gogo mini and platform heels. My husband wore jeans and my Charlie Chaplin tie. All the food was homemade and vegetarian (I wasn't a vegan yet), except my brother's then-father-in-law who barbecued chicken. The cake was chocolate, with Star Wars action figures on it.
I was glancing through a book the other day about the Wedding Industry, and how they convince people to spend OBSCENE amounts of money. Not including the amounts of money that people expect others to spend at their weddings, such as on gifts, or bridesmaids dresses, etc. Somewhere along the line we've come to believe that an experience can only be special if we spend money on it?
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