I read a lot of blogs but one that I follow religiously is Sam de Brito’s All Men Are Liars* which runs in The Sydney Morning Herald and The Sun Herald paper. He always has a knack of being honest about life’s shortcomings or just things that we, as a society, put up with. Sam de Brito doesn’t put up with much. He calls a spade a spade which just goes to show that the name of his opinion column couldn’t be further from the truth.
I had the pleasure of meeting Sam, somewhat shyly, in Dymocks George Street late last year as he was releasing his latest novel, Hello Darkness the sequel to The Lost Boys. I was burning to ask him a question about writing and get my book signed. I didn’t know what to ask so I asked him how he copes with writer’s block (how boring!) His response had me floored and blushing. “I don’t get writer’s block,” he said cheekily. “And if I do, well, its nothing a wank won’t fix”. That’s Sam.
In June, just before I departed for Fiji to be a bridesmaid at my cousin’s wedding I read his latest column and his timing was impeccable, as usual. Sam is usually inside my head you see but he always just says it and doesn’t have time to be politically correct.
It usually begins with a text message to your mobile phone asking “What’s your home address?” Then, two or three weeks later, “it” arrives in the mail. “You are invited to the wedding of Jack and Diane,” says the embossed, heavy-gauge flap of tasteful, cream cardboard. You think, “Sweet, this will be fun”, and then you see the suggestions for accommodation in Byron Bay, Bali or friggin’ Bangladesh.
Yes, you are invited… to spend a shitload of money.
Surely you’ve had this happen? A friend or family member ties to knot, but because they had their first kiss on the powdered slopes of Queenstown, they decide to re-create the magic for 100 guests on the South Island of New Zealand
I almost snorted my morning coffee through my nose as I was in the process of organising my travel insurance, transporting my cat to stay at my mum’s for the week while photocopying every important document in sight. I did this while trying to keep everyone cool, calm and collected since my family aren’t the greatest flyers. Did I say my family? I mean my dad.
Me? I have no problem with flying. As soon as I’m in the air with the seatbelt light off and a whiskey in my hand – I’m on holiday, thank you very much. But this isn’t the case for a lot of people. Some people are terrified of flying which is why I’m wondering since when have overseas weddings become all the rage? Whatever happened to tying the knot at the local church with a bunch of nitwits you’ll probably never see again until you’re in a casket being lowered into the ground?
Prince William and Kate Middleton revealed recently the original guest list to their wedding last year contained 777 people neither of them even knew. That’s a lot of awkward conversations around the buffet.
This got me thinking about my own wedding and I’ve joked recently that I wouldn’t invite anyone. People say that I often like to be the centre of attention, and while this can be true I could think of nothing worse than getting married in front of my family and friends. Sorry guys. I would elope for sure and then have a big party… in Spain… and I want presents! I jest.
As Sam puts: “Weddings can really help crystallise who the people are that matter in your life. I’ve never been married, but for years I’ve carried an imaginary wedding guest list”
I’ve thought about this as well as who would be in my bridal party, what our song would be and who would walk me down the aisle. But the older I get the more I realise I don’t want a wedding – I’ve never fantasised about it like some girls and I wouldn’t wear white.
I would want it to be something just between my partner and I. No one else.
That said, I love weddings – the love, the happiness and joy that shows on the bride and groom is wonderful to witness, as I did in Fiji. I think overseas weddings can be magical with the right planning and time to prepare the guests to save their pennies. But it’s not for everyone – just like marriage isn’t for everyone, but hey isn’t it nice to have the choice?
Have you ever been to an overseas wedding? Would you have one yourself? Have you ever envisioned your wedding day? Or if you’re married, do you wish you did it differently?
*Except Sam de Brito
Rose Russo has written 56 posts.
Rose is a freelance writer, blogger and self confessed chocoholic who could quite easily live on a diet of turkish delight and English breakfast tea. She loves the fast paced nature of online media but sometimes feels like she’s the only member of Gen Y who still gets excited to pick up the newspaper on weekend mornings. If anyone has a Sportsgirl addiction cure please let her know [I may be on a first-name basis at my local store] She also writes a weekly column focusing on relationships, friendship and life stuff on her blog at The Budding Rose
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