Aimee, at this point, I'd seriously just send an email to MOH and Bride and simply say "I'm sorry, it looks like I can't make it. Have a great time!"
There's nothing to be gained here by trying to talk some sane into MOH. She's obviously not hearing. I don't see any way going will be anything but unpleasant, even, maybe especially, if you still go ahead with the driving thing. Because you know Bride and others will exert all kinds of pressure to make you stay, and offer to pay, and whatever you do, it'll be a thing.
I think you need to focus on getting through this wedding with as little stress and incovenience to you as possible. Maybe this friendship will have legs, post wedding, maybe not. But for now I think you need to just take two steps back and let them be crazy on their own time. Not to mention dime.
My brother's joked that they'll make a website with a Wedding Stress o Meter with a red zone. As soon as the meter hits the red zone they'll elope. All guests and family members will be encouraged to check the Stressometer to see how close they are to causing an elopment.
I love this!
My poor future- SIL has already started stressing a bit about wedding planning. Some of her distant relatives she doesn't like (they are mean to her Mom) are trying to invite themselves to the wedding. Her sister is trying to convince her to have it at a family farm.
All I kept repeating over and over to family members who were outraged (outraged!, I tell you!) that my bro and SiL would dare to get married in Vermont (where they've, you know, LIVED for the past 4 years) was "It's THEIR wedding, nobody else's, and therefore they should have whatever they want."
When they came home for Shindig Pt. 2 this past weekend, my mom had been in charge of getting the wedding cake. Mom e-mailed me and said that the baker (a family friend) wanted to do one of those photo-on-top cakes, and which picture did I think would be best?
I e-mailed back and said, emphatically, that bro and SiL are NOT photo-cake people, not at all, and especially not for their wedding. I suggested that the baker just decorate the cake with the pale sage color of SiL's dress, and then put fresh flowers on top.
Mom gave the baker one of the wedding pictures so that the baker could get the color of the dress and know which flowers to use.
You all know where this is going, right?
The cake did not have fresh flowers on top. They would have gotten in the way of the picture. You can see by the expressions on bro's and SiL's faces how much they love their photo cake.
I asked Mom if she told the baker NOT to put a photo on the picture. Mom said yes. I asked, "Did you tell her that explicitly, or did you vague it up and assume she got your drift?" Mom didn't answer.
Bro and SiL are mellow enough to not really care, but they were a little....displeased. Though Bro said he was going to eat his own head after he cut it out of the middle of the cake. And how many people can say that about their wedding cake, huh?
I've emailed the MoH and other Bridesmaids that I will NOT be staying the night. Dinner is now at a reasonable, normal priced restaurant where I will be having the soup and some water. (Skinny bitches, can't be eating what I want.) If Bride has an issue, I'll tell her, "I'm not ready to be away from Em overnight yet." and she'll have to just deal.
Also,
GYMBOREE CLASSES ARE FREAKING EXPENSIVE.
That is all.
Yeah, when the BF told his parents he wanted to study theater instead of be a doctor like they wanted they refused to pay for college. So he worked his way through ,starting at age 16.
ETA--edited to fix all the mistakes which came from posting suddenly when Boss dropped by desk.
Wow, that is cold!
Thankfully my parents mostly left me to pick my high aspirations. I have a long-standing feeling I disappoint my father, but since he has never said on what basis, I don't really have to do anything, much. Unspoken feelings are great that way, I suppose.
Oy. Vey. Aimee, it looks like you're taking care of yourself, which is veryvery good. I still want to kick MoH into next week.
smoochs ND, just 'cause
juliana still around?
I'm here, sweetie. What's up?
I never stood a chance to pull off anything near what my Dad did growing up.
My grandfather was a telephone lineman in Saskatoon and the family lived in the basement of the unfinished house while they saved the money to build the rest of the house. My father finished High School 2 years early. At that point you couldn't enter college early so he worked in a bank for two years. Then he paid his own way through Pre-Med by working for the Canadian Airforce (Kinda the equivalent to the US Reserves.) He did Premed in 3 years, and then did med school in 3 years. He then served as an Airforce Doctor, eventually left the service, moved to Long Beach, CA and did his specialization in Pathology. This is all before they even adopted me. After that he moved to San Diego to be a partner in a medical practice. So yeah, he's insanely smart, and he did it all himself.
I'm here, sweetie. What's up?
Totally dumb question.
Could you tell that there was glitter in the package I sent? I keep wondering whether the glitterfetti stays visible or if it all shifts to the bottom during shipping. And I've never managed to remember to ask any other recipients within a reasonable amount of time from receipt. (If it's not having the appropriate impact, I could stop saving the stuff for Bitch prezzie packages, and just go hog wild at the next shindig or somesuch).
