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Weddings, Weddings, and Weddings

So a co-worker who shares her office with me got engaged about a month after I did.

She's been with this guy for a few years and he's bi-polar. He treats her not so good. Emotional abuse, if you will. Her biological clock has been ticking pretty hard, she's 35, and all of her friends have gotten married and are having kids. Not a good reason to marry someone, but hey, it's okay for her first marriage.

The planning is taking place and although her parents have given her 10k for this event I can see the budget is blown clean out of the water. She's getting married at Redrocks and then we all get to drive all the f**king way BACK to downtown so that we can go to the reception at the Phipps Mansion. I keep telling her she can save money by not inviting us to the wedding. So far, it's not washing.

The deposit alone for the reception site is $3800 - you do the math.

She is going insane with the planning because she feels that she has to impress everyone on behalf of her fiance`. She kills herself to make him happy and it kills me to watch this.

We have to deal with this until the end of next June........sigh.

I'm so glad mine is small, intimate and in one location. The only thing my darling husband to be didn't plan on was the fact our wedding is at 12:30 and I really don't want to haul stuff to the public bathroom to get ready at the hotel as he's only booked our room for one night. We'll have to overcome this because there is no way I can be sure the place is set and get ready.

He such a guy. Only thinking of, we can just get ready at home and show up......yeah........no. That's not gonna work.

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