I Would Like to Buy You Dinner
i was thinking, sure, why not? i'd like to buy you dinner. all of you. i could give you your choice of chicken or halibut or a vegetable terrine, maybe, with like four or five appetizers and a salad and naan and rice and chutney and cake service.
would you like that?
would you like some (*wink wink*) cake service?
good. it's a deal. who cares if it costs a quarter of my annual salary? you're my friends and i'm gonna do it.
in exchange, all you will have to do is take a shower that day and then do the chicken dance.
we've been struggling with the caterer. with how much money they want us to pay them to serve dinner at the wedding.
it's a lot of money.
on one hand, the food is really good and they were much cheaper than anyone else. on the other hand, it's not really our money to throw around which makes us feel awkward and it's more than we had budgeted for and the whole idea of spending a gobtrillion dollars on one party is a bit disturbing.
i woke up this morning stressed about it. and then, i had this thought:
so what?
our folks, who are shelling for this grand celebration (we're talking about my wedding, natch) do not care about how much it costs. it's all relative. to them, it's their kids' wedding and they've been planning for it. if we were paying for it, i'd buy you all a bag of chee-tos and you could drink yourself silly on natty light. luckily, my parents and parents-in-law are paying for it. ergo: you get meat. and cake service.
we don't want a fancy-pants fooferaw. weddings are expensive, though and i just can't stress over every last dollar.
instead, i will try to only stress about the fact that eventually i will need to write vows and have awkward conversations with people who want to know when the wedding is even though i do not plan on inviting them.
i mean, i'm not buying YOU fish. you get the chee-tos.
or just one. a chee-toe.

good for you. and me. and my belly. and there will be an open bar, right?
NO FUCKING CHICKEN DANCE. you do the chicken dance and you don't even get a single cheetoh. is that clear? NO FUCKING CHICKEN DANCE.
*bock bock bock bock*
i can buy my own cheetos! *sQUAWk!*
i'll have the vegetable tourine, as long as it's filled with potato vodka.
Just make sure you have the 3 food groups: Sweet, salty, and fatty.
Pizza, Pringles, and cake would cover that nicely.