The only people more sick to death of our wedding, besides Doyle and I, are our parents. And probably you, by the end of this post.
D and I had our small wedding and reception in New York, so we could celebrate our nuptials OUR way, you know, hedonistically and with our bestest, most insane and funny friends and close family. And it was fabulous.
BUT, we wanted our parents to be included in planning wedding fun, so we gave them the dubious honor of hosting separate wedding receptions for us in their neck of the woods. You know, for their friends and our extended families. Brilliant idea, right? Except that this has turned into the cross-country Wedding That Won’t Die.
