I’m not the kind of girl who has dreamed of her wedding since she was 5, nor have I ever wanted to be a princess. So when Monsieur P and I first got engaged, we sat down to figure out what kind of wedding we wanted.
As a couple, we’re pretty mellow. We like good food, and good drinks. Neither of us likes to dance, though we’re not averse to going out, because we’re both chatterboxes and we like to socialize. Neither of our families is very big on drinking or partying, either. Because of these personality traits, my plan was that we were in a perfect situation to have a low-budget intimate wedding with a cocktail reception, rather than the more common dinner-and-drinks-and-dancing evening reception.
I thought this was a perfect plan for us, not only because it suits us, but because we’re both pretty cheap when it comes to paying for things that we don’t deem worth spending a lot of money on. We like to travel, and we like to have nice things, so we spend money on those things. But to spend thousands of dollars on a frivolous party? No, thank you.
Monsieur P and I are pretty in sync when it comes to our tastes, and he doesn’t really take an interest in planning anything, really, and was especially standoffish about wedding anything. I expected that I would be planning 90% of the wedding and he’d just show up that day to say the “I do’s.” You may be able to guess where I’m going with this…