The Guest List…dun, dun, dun

We wish you could come too...

Before I get too deep into this post, let me assure you, you are not invited to our wedding!  I don’t care if your uncle is related to Brigid’s mom, or you’ve been going to see hers shows since the Air Devil’s days.  We can’t invite you.  Please don’t ask.

You may have guessed by now, but the Guest List seems to be the most stressful part of the wedding thus far.  Between having been born and raised here, and being pretty much famous, Brigid knows a few people in town who might expect to come to our wedding.  Add in my Texas-sized family and other friends, and you’ve got a recipe for disaster.

The sheer numbers aren’t the worst part.  All the books tell you that the number one thing that you can do to make your wedding more green and less expensive is to keep the Guest List small.  Then of course, we just generally want to keep it small so we can enjoy it as much as possible.  “Desire for a small wedding” meet “lots of names.”

So we’re having a small wedding.  When we count on just enough of my out-of-towners to stay home, we think we can make it.  As much as we’d love to make this an open invite, and have the biggest party of the year, we can’t do that and still make it special for us.  This probably means that some people are not going to get invited who maybe should.  I’m sorry, I really am, but making these decisions is hard.

And you, dear reader, are not invited.  We promise we’ll tell as much of our story as possible.  We’ll see you soon and have a beer.

Photo: Jan Tik