Peter and I have tentatively set a date to get married. April 16, 2005. If somewhere we like is free and none of his cousins beat us to the date. We're thinking of a couple of places around Milton or Rockford.
I had my mom and brother over for dinner on Sunday. They aren't eating more than 2 minutes when it's "no Catholic priest for the wedding?!?!?" and " you didn't invite Senor Bozo and his dancing money??!?! Who's so important that he's off the list!??!! WHO?!?!?" At this moment I point out that Peter's family comes first. And everyone stops eating to stare at Peter like he's a bug. Yup! This is my psycho family. My mom got over the guest list but my brother is a raging "why" machine. Just wait until he finds out he's not in the wedding party. Peter just wants to keep it to his family. so we're thinking maybe he can run the video camera. Thing is, I have this fear that we're going to watch the video and watch Daniel get drunker and drunker and be an ass. Which he is anyway, but like a bigger ass. Grrrrr. It was all I could do to keep from jumping across the table and stabbing him with my fork. And Peter's mom is "well, do what you like dear...." yeah let's hope that passive agressive happy crappy isn't going to hit me like a ton of bricks when the invites start going out. And why is it that you have to invite every tool that invite you to their monstrosity?!?! My fave quotes of the night:
"You have to invite Andrea. After all she's even asking you to sing!!" (ok, I HATE when I get an invite that I KNOW is all about the free labour!!! That's $100 of free labour there! TELL ME I'm not covering my plate!)
"I know that you aren't close to them but they're OUR friends" (no comment...)
"Let us chip in enough money to assure that your wedding can remain tasteful even though your guestlist is ballooning" (No, wait, that never happened. I just was daydreaming there.)
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