I'd love to kill the groom over this one, but then there wouldn't be a wedding at all, so what fun would that be?
Matt tells me last night that he'd really like to have six groomsmen, actually. He doesn't want to look at photos 20 years hence and see some of his dear friends decked out like penguins, and some not! Equal honors for all! So, is that okay? Could I find three more bridesmaids?
Of course, the finding of more willing bridesmaids is not the problem. I am fortunate to have a few kind friends who would probably be willing to stand up there with us, but thanks ever so for the suggestion that I might not. I just don't want this thing spiraling out of hand. Or, should I say, any MORE out of hand... At this point, we're a couple dozen people over our guest list limit. If the groom's ornery family members, who he doesn't think will come but who have to be invited anyway, don't indeed attend. If they do, then we're even more over the limit. Ugh. I know everyone has this problem -- it's not unique to me -- but it still stinks.
If y'all had seen the church we'll be getting married in, you'd be laughing your butts off right now at the thought of 18 people standing up there in front. The mind boggles to imagine the 120 it supposedly will accommodate. I'll believe that when I see it.
I'm too disgusted by this to even articulate it clearly. I don't WANT a dozen people standing up there. Yes, we have other friends who are near and dear, and who would look lovely in periwinkle or whatever Matt puts his boys in. That's why they're AT the wedding. Because we care about them, and they care about us. And we're all celebrating together. Yippee for us.
Maybe we should just issue a uniform for all. We'll ALL look alike! We'll all be equally special!
And also, how do I phrase this to three other "lucky" gals? "I know I told you before that we were to have only three attendants each, but actually now we're doubling that number, so -- well, you weren't good enough for the first cut, but -- wanna join the crowd?"
Someone suggested we have three ushers, who have the matching suits of the other guys. As ridiculous as that itself would be, perhaps it's the least ridiculous of the ridiculous ideas.
I realize I'm sharing more with some of these wedding posts than is probably strictly polite, but ... I guess 'misery' loves company. I live but to amuse.