As someone who will remember the last year with absolutely zero fond memories of planning their own nuptials, I feel a personal heart palpitation every time I read an essay about how shitty it is to be a bridesmaid, how much money destination weddings cost friends and family, and generally what an imposition I’m being. So intense is my guilt complex, I’ve basically stopped looking at the Internet in fear of stumbling across something wedding-related that will cause anxiety hives and/or require a Xanax. Etsy and Pintrest have gone from fun little time-wasters to my own personal demons from hell, sent to Earth to torment me about not having wedding colors. (Isn’t it just supposed to be white?! I thought weddings were white!!) In my worst nightmares, I just live out the Red Wedding over and over, except we forgot to hire the band to play Rains of Castamere so no one knows their murder cues. ACK!
So I really don’t understand the mentality of Bambo Obaro and Janice Jentz, the two San Francisco lawyers who have turned their Save the Date into something that half resembles a baller music video, and half looks like the new trailer for Godzilla.Read More