ERICA: Usually, one of the major concerns with a destination wedding is: will anyone come? I have enough trouble dragging my tired ass off the couch on a perfectly normal Tuesday to make it to a dinner appointment four short blocks away from my apartment, so I’ll be the first to admit I had my doubts that anyone besides our immediate family would be packing a bag, boarding a plane, flying all the way across the country, renting a car, staying in a hotel and sashaying over to Big Horn for our wedding in CA. As it turns out, I was dead wrong.
“We’re coming out to California!”
“See you in Cali!”
“What’s the golf situation the week of your wedding?”
These were just a few of the enthusiastic comments I heard on Wednesday from the New Jersey contingency at our nephew’s bris. Cousins are coming…aunts and uncles are coming…law firm partners are coming and, of course now I’m freaking out. Don’t get me wrong, I love the fact that people are excited and want to share in our
day…that rocks. But being that the reception is at my aunt’s house, we have a major space issue. Our invite list was way too big to begin with because we counted on so many people not showing.
Needless to say, our invite list is officially in lockdown mode. No one passes go and no one collects $200 until we start getting some “No’s” rolling in from the invite list. I guess we’d actually need to send the invites out, though, in order to get some “No’s,” but I’m working on that.