wedding invitations

As some of you may know (if you’re my mom perhaps) I am planning a wedding. It is a small wedding but a wedding nonetheless. Did I mention that it’s my wedding? It is. Someone has not only actually agreed to marry me but it was HIS idea. I mean, he totally asked and everything! Weird, right? In any case, he has found that my special brand of being annoying is the kind of annoying he wants to tolerate for the rest of forever so a wedding must be planned to celebrate our mutual tolerance of one another’s annoying-ness ….and the fact that we love each other….and to make my mother happy.

As a graphic designer (which I still think is kind of a silly thing to call myself…we should go with “as a person who likes to make pretty pictures and sometimes silly pictures of otters and barbarian teddy bears and extra fancy hamsters”) I was really excited about making the invitations. And I got them back last Thursday and I was super pleased. The next step was collecting everyone’s addresses.

I messaged my friend Jon to get his address and the conversation that we had about how OUT OF FUCKING HAND wedding invitations had gotten was kind of funny:

Me:

Need your address…for I plan to stalk you….or send you a wedding invitation. One of those.

Jon:

B) I thought you already got married. Life is gonna suck if I start having FB hallucinations.

A) was supposed to be “congratulations” but, thumbs.

Congratulations!

Me:

Thanks, no…I got engaged about a year ago. Marrying comes next.

Jon:

C?D?) [ADDRESS REDACTED]

Conformist.

Me:

I deserve that.

Jon:

Is there a date what to save?

Me:

June 25th, I chose not to send save the date cards and am just sending you an invitation. Because I did not need one MORE thing to do.

Jon:

Also, it is the goddam 21st century. You can use the internets.

People may call it lazy, I call it saving the fucking planet.

Me:

There are certain protocols that I (read my mother) will not see shirked.

Jon:

A friend got married a few years ago & there was a fucking sheaf of paper & also glossy photos involved. It hurt me so to have to recycle all that.

Understood.

Me:

Yeah, people’s invitations are totally out of control. They send them in boxes and shit! Some have live butterflies in them that fly out when you open the aforementioned box.
Frankly, I wouldn’t really want a box of mostly dead butterflies and their poop.

Jon:

Oh! And ribbons!

Me:

SO MANY FUCKING RIBBONS!!!!

Jon:

You should tie ribbons on the necks of condors & ship them with every invite.

Do not forget to punch holes in the lids.

Me:

So you would go with condors? Because I had planned on doves but I see your point….

Jon:

Compromise= barn owls. The recipients can use them for pest control.

Me:

BRILLIANT!

Jon:

We have solved wedding invites!

Me:

And controlling pests!

Jon:

The world really should thank us by sending money.

Me:

I wouldn’t say “no” to a Nobel prize.

Jon:

You have my permission to blog about this. I will be your silent (read 50%) partner.

Me:

Noted.

Jon:

This was probably the most productive meeting I never attended.

Me:

You’re welcome!

I, on the other hand, opted out of all that craziness. There’s enough outlandish shit on which we are expected to spend money where weddings are concerned. I was not about to spring for the postage to send people an invitation that had to be housed in a goddamn box that plays music upon their opening it and also contains a legit, goddamn bird’s nest!

Are you fucking kidding me? I don’t like anyone enough to want to make them feel this important.

My invitations were a very simple, 5 by 7, single-sided card with instructions to RSVP via email or phone call. I was determined NOT to have to pay more than 47 cents per envelope to send those bitches. Here’s a copy because I think they’re pretty!

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I left out the address, because I know the types of folks who hang around here and I don’t want you miscreants crashing my wedding. Also, I try to avoid being embroiled in assassination plots whenever possible. And yes, I am JUST DELUSIONAL ENOUGH to consider my murder, which will probably be the result of the ill-timed use of sarcasm on my part, an assassination! I am not going to say that I have never wondered exactly how important one must be in order for their murder to be considered an assassination but I feel that I, somehow or another, pass the muster. Also, refer back to previous statements about my delusions.

I did, however, include the registry information, just in case anyone is feeling generous, or drunk or both of those things.

Also, in case you’re drunk, and/or had no idea just how out of fucking hand wedding invitations had gotten, here are some pics of some ridiculous shit! Enjoy!

IT IS A GODDAMN BOARD GAME!!!! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!!!

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It’s a Viewmaster, and the little slide wheel has pictures of the happy couple! If you legitimately think anyone cares about you enough to think that you and your fiancee deserve this much fanfare your delusions of grandeur are like, Kanye epic.

are you fucking kidding me

What the shit is this? I bet this cost more than my wedding dress!

not sure whats going on here but it looks foreboding

Does anyone else think that including a tiny noose in your wedding invitation is just a little too dark…even if it is in cyrillic?

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I am so done with making people work for the information you’ve included in your wedding invitation. If I have to use a key or a decoder ring or a map to figure out to what I have been invited, you can bet your ass that I will expend no further energy on your ridiculousness and will probably boycott your wedding on general principle.

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