Because people on the mainland can have these fucking awesome weddings for what it would cost us to just have the damn rehearsal dinner. In Hawaii it’s a given that you’re going to spend $80-$180 per head for stupid tourist traffic, shitty (or no) parking, mediocre food & a 2-4 hour time slot in some cocoa butter-smelling hotel where everyone else’s older sister got married, unless you’re going to do the cheap thing & go to Vegas, where the air smells like gunpowder & you have to apply moisturizer every few hours or you’ll crack, & if you’re like me you have nosebleeds for a month after you get back home.
And that doesn’t even include the cost of the dress & the wedding party’s stuff & everything else.
Why am I even thinking about getting married? Actually I’m not. I’m just bitching because I read this Joshua guy’s blog & I miss the mainland so much (well, not Vegas. I hate Vegas.). I don’t know if I would ever want to get married again, mostly because at this time I can’t even dredge up a glimmer of interest in anyone enough to even go on a date. And the last time I tried to pretend there was a glimmer it ended up just being torture. Utter torture. I don’t think I can put myself through pain like that again. He’d call me like 3-4 times a day & try to talk to me. I can’t handle that even when I’m trying to be open-minded.
Yes, I’ve been drinking tequila. I’ll probably have to edit this tomorrow. God, I’m such a whiner.