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I think the actual debt load needs to be taken into account — my wedding cost about $35K but our three sets of parents gave us all of the money for it and could afford to do so without going into debt themselves, so we had no wedding debt. My husband spent $5K on the ring (it's worth double that), but we live in the

I soooo agree with you. I was (am) awkward, closer to a 10 than a 2, and just not ... classically pretty, I guess. Guys didn't start hitting on me in earnest until I was in my mid-30s ... which doesn't really help when you're happily married, focused on a good career and not looking. The minute I stopped really giving

Eh, I know some Brits who aren't so nice in restaurants.

But he got angry and shouted at her about it — pretty sure that's why we're all really judging him for it. OK, maybe we'd still judge, because it's really bizarre, but getting angry, indignant and treating your server like shit deserves judgment.

Saying "I don't know" is legit. Getting angry and shouting? Definitely not legit.

I just snorted soda out my nose at my desk.

AND he got angry about it. Someone who genuinely doesn't understand will probably just be honestly ignorant of such things and ask questions (you know, at least slightly intellectually curious), but getting angry about such an inconsequential thing probably indicates a level of dumbness.

I'm from north of Pittsburgh and went to school at Penn State, so I feel somewhat defensive (I moved a looooong time ago, though). However, State College is absolutely insane when it comes to IDs. It has always been that way, but the town's bars really started cracking down after this: http://m.collegian.psu.edu/archiv

I want to go to that wedding.

The smell of pine trees is the gigantic cherry on top of this wonderful shitshow of a story. Bravo.

Yeah, his calm and the fact that he didn't leave me right then and there pretty much cemented his place in my heart forever.

The only time I got upset with anyone in the process was when the woman I went through to order our invitations misspelled my fiance's name. When the boxes of very nice invitations arrived and I saw the mistake, I totally freaked, but I was alone in my apartment. I checked myself, called her immediately, told her what

Good on you — coordinators have to deal with the worst. It really isn't that hard to be nice. I can be kind of a pushover, I'll admit, but I was very organized for our wedding. Our coordinator was so pleased that when we arrived for the event, she gave us our first two nights at the hotel for free (it was six hours

I'm married, had the whole wedding shebang (I contributed a tale here), and I would never, ever do it again. I wanted the whole city-hall thing, but my husband wanted the party like all of his friends were doing. I'm still mad at myself for having a bridal party at all, because seriously.

When the music ended at the close of our reception, which was a fabulous time, my very drunk stepfather decided that the gay wedding guest my equally drunk mother had been mauling on the dance floor throughout the night should be the target of his Italian ire (how dare anyone go near his woman!!!). So he found him in

As a redhead, I always need more anesthesia (I once woke up during a colonoscopy, whereupon they immediately jacked up that sucker).

That said, THIS ENTIRE POST SCARES THE EVER-LOVING JESUS OUT OF ME. Holy shit. This is why I can't have kids. LasEstrellas, may you have a lifelong supply of wine.

"You can actually see Russia, from land, here in Alaska."

Ah. Thanks for filling me in, Albite.

I hear you. It doesn't automatically mean that we're going out and getting naked on spring break or getting blackout drunk on our couches just for giggles. Hard-workin', hard-playin'. So what if we like to go out for a mimosa (or ... many) after a 5K?

I wish men wouldn't think it's OK to assault a woman who is under the influence, but I guess you and I are different.