I had a long talk last night.
Well, not long, but like, a half hour.
And it made me want to get married.
And I'm not talking about the whole... church chapel, 250 friends, bridesmaids, groomsmen, white dress and flowers.
I want to elope.
I'm going to elope.
I don't care about the stuff of a "typical" wedding.
I hate having to get dressed up, so why would I spent $XXXXX on a dress that I'll only wear once.
The idea of having to choose bridesmaids practically gives me a seizure.
The idea of asking my "fiance" if any of my guys could be a groomsman is terrifying and awkward, but I'd want them a part of it.
The idea of spending $XXXXXX on a 4 hour event to show others how much I love "him" is like... Why?
Now I have nothing against weddings. Nothing against going to weddings. Nothing against being in a wedding party.
Just for me, it's not what I want.
I want a guy that will love the idea of a spontaneous wedding.
That it doesn't matter about the lights and candles.
All that matters is that we love each other.
We don't have to show it by material things.
One person has already predicted who it'll be.
And I talked about that last night with Mae and we both agree that it could work.
That if anyone could make it work, we could.
Oh that'd be funny.
I've already promised a hand full of people that I'll give them a 24 hour warning.
So that if they can make it to Vegas in 24 hours, they can come.
No hard feelings if they don't make it at all.
Maybe I'll have a reception type thing after we elope so that people can come.
So that family won't completely murder me.
Oh it'd be fun.
Just to have a crazy story to tell later on.
Haha oh yes.
