leo1 said:
ballscribe said:
And ALL the cousins on his side had to be invited. So the group of five from Michigan (two parents, three kids) come up with this one: the kids want to bring dates. Only one, by the way, has a steady. So, in theory, that's 8 people, an entire table, just for one tiny branch. They were real put out when we said no. I had to be the bad guy, even though I had very little to do with actually planning the event (I was on the road with my baseball team; I more or less just showed up on the day).
Like I'm not going to invite some of my closest, long-standing friends because little Sheila wants to bring some studmuffin? Nah.
ballscribe, are you kidding? my and my wife's family has problems but when i hear stuff like this, i thank god that we don't have anyone that ****ed up. all of our family members at least have a basic capacity for rational thinking and being somewhat reasonable.
no offense to your cousins-in-law but having the gall to ask if your kids can bring dates is beyond the pale. unless she called and prefaced it with something like 'i know this is gonna sound weird and i'd be eternally grateful if you let us do this," this family is the poster-family for selfish assholes.
Compared to what a lot of my friends went through, my issues were relatively minor. Oh, other than the fact that one particular cousin, who made my husband's life hell through his early childhood and scarred him for life, was NOT invited. My mother-in-law was appalled: all the cousins had to be invited. I mean, what would she tell her sister?
This discussion happened at the dinner table with my parents; the two sets were really meeting formally for the first time even though their kids had been going out together for 8 years. So ballscribe tells mom-in-law that if she has an issue telling her sister why the SOB wasn't invited, I'd be quite happy to phone her myself and not only that, outline exactly the reasons why and spill all the stupid dysfunctional family secrets. Having had a few Scotches, she started crying. My parents just looked at each other and said, man, we are SO normal.
But, as I said, few quibbles. I was on the road; my dad and my husband (who were the ones who really wanted the whole production, not my mother or I) did pretty much everything.
All I did was the table placement, the bridal bouquets, and organized the extremely expensive designer ballscribe bridesbabe dresses (which had to be that way, because we had 10 days between the end of the season and the wedding and there was no time for design or fittings or whatever else bridesbabes go through - and yes, I paid for them all. Each cost more than my own dress). And then, I showed up on the right day, sober, with big hair.
The rest was done. There was a gospel choir at the church beltin' it out, because the hubby had always wanted that. And people still talk, nearly 8 years later, about what a blast they had.
I, of course, claim all the credit now. :D
