Our “save the dates” went out this weekend! When we dropped them in the mail I looked at Brian and jokingly said, “Well, there’s no turning back now”. There is something rather final about telling 170 people to mark their calendars with your wedding date, don’t you think? The pressure is on.
We went back and forth on whether we were even going to send “save the dates” at all. We wondered if it was just an added expense that we could skip, let it instead get around via telephone or something.
But in the end I decided that it would be polite to inform our out-of-town guests so they could make travel arrangements. When I told Brian I thought we should send them out he said, “Can we just send out an evite?” I laughed and when he didn’t join in I realized he was being serious. He wanted to send out an evite for our wedding save the dates. Ha.
I informed him that considering it was our WEDDING and not a fourth of July BBQ we would not be using evite. He then tried to argue his point by saying that is would be “greener” of us if we did. He was thinking exceptionally quick, even I was impressed!
I said NO, end of story. I mean, we were already getting married at a venue called the Smog Shoppe at least let my grandmother who doesn’t even know how to work a computer get a save the date in the mail.
When he realized this battle would not be won, we moved on to the next step…finding a save the date that felt “like us”. That sounded rather precious of me to say, huh? We wanted to find a save the date the “felt like us”, but it’s true. It’s the first impression people get of your wedding and I wanted it to be playful instead of uptight. Much like I hope our wedding is.
So we ended up narrowing it down to three options and then finally one. I will say I kind of picked the winner. Brian actually liked another one better but realized this wasn’t something he really cared enough about to make it a battle. Now the booze at our wedding is a different story. I really only drink wine and usually just chardonnay, so I would be happy if it was a night filled with buttery chardonnay. But Brain feels strongly that we need a full bar. So I let him run with it. Compromise at its finest.
I’ve discovered in four short months that this is how the wedding planning goes. It’s all about compromise. It’s a great starter for marriage. So I happily took the lead with the “save the dates” and picked the one with the heart because well, I thought it was sweet and playful. Then I moved on to ordering them.
When they arrived in the mail, I giddily tore open the box with excitement. Brian took one look at the massive stack of “save the dates” and asked me how many I had ordered. I proudly said 190, 20 more than the 170 we are inviting just in case we messed any up. Aren’t I smart?!
It was quickly explained to me that I probably only needed half of that considering most families and couples live together. I’ve never claimed to be good at math.
So now we have a shitload of “save the dates” to keep as mementos. Brian has taken to using them as drink coasters.