Over the last couple of weeks, Ammex and I have decided on a number of large things regarding our wedding, most notably our venue and respective wedding attendants on both sides. A few things remain regarding the reception, but its nothing pressing.
What is pressing is getting the invitations out.
I have self admittedly become an invitation snob. I pulled out all the wedding invites that I have received in the last 5 years (holy crap there were a ton!) and I have been scrutinizing every invitation that we have received in the last couple of weeks.
Card stock, paper weight, matte or glossy finish, photo or not, RSVP & registry cards, home made or professionally printed, ribbon or no, gems, feathers, colors, font, dress codes, theme of the wedding clearly stated or no, presented by the parents or just the bride/groom...no detail was overlooked.
When doing some research on not only products but testimonials from other brides, I came to the conclusion that it would be easier to order invitations from a professional printer...easier cost wise and labor intensive wise. I heard some outrageously funny stories about how printers were not configured to print a certain size of precut paper, and how much mess hot glue guns make when you go to actually use one. Mind you, I have heard nightmares about how brides were left scrambling when the professional printer made a mistake. I figure, if I leave myself a buffer time wise, I should be okay.
But when thinking about the invitations, who they are addressed to also cropped up. Both Ammex and I have a diverse mélange of friends. And both of us are the "black sheep" of our respective families. Each of us has maintained that with a Vegas wedding, everyone gets an invitation. Its one of those places where attendees can plan for months in advance, or just hop a plane the night before, its just that flexible.
I have however maintained that certain people from my side of the family WILL NOT be invited, namely my mother. Now I realize that this may be slightly odd for most readers, but in a nutshell, Debbie and I haven't talked or seen eye to eye on any issue, in going on 10 years now. I do not see a reason to start now. In fact, I've given the title of "mom" over to my step mother Mary.
Now this brings me to a conversation I had with the wedding planner at our venue in Vegas a few weeks ago. I was explaining that the color scheme for the wedding is the same as the pro hockey team that is in my town, and that I have been associated with over the last 3 years. The poor lady, from Texas originally, had zero idea what hockey was or that the playoffs were still occurring. She apologized, but did ask some simple questions surrounding the game so that she could get the gist of Canada's national sport. She then asked where Edmonton was and how far north and she said it sounded familiar but wasn't sure why.
I asked her if she knew who Wayne Gretzky was, and there was an audible inhalation on the other end of the phone, followed by the response in a very hushed heavy voice "Oh my, yes, yes I do...he's an incredible talented athlete that is very attractive and wealthy...will he be in attendance?" I laughed and said "Probably not". "Will he be invited" she asked, "I can send an invite yes" "Will he attend?" she asked "Probably not" was my response. "Well I am sure that he would love to know about your wedding, and you never know he may just show up. Oh I hope he brings Janet! Shes gorgeous" was her excited reply.
So, if I am hosting a wedding in a location where both Ammex and I agree that everyone gets an invite, like everyone and if I send an invite to the Great One himself, by etiquette standards that means I should invite Debbie. Not going to lie, I am pretty torn about the situation. What kind of a person does it make me if I am willing to invite a perfect (yet famous) stranger to a wedding and not the woman who gave me life?
Its going to cost me just under $5 to send the invitation (stamp, envelope and printing costs combined). After so long, I would really like to bury the hatchet...and meet the Great One.
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