But you know what I’m not thankful for? You having your wedding on some far-flung island with a name like Ste. Baarthaanique, which I’m pretty sure is French for “Land of the $27 hamburger”.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for you. And if I didn’t have to Google the name of the island to find out which ocean it’s in, I’d 100% be there. But what you’ve done here is ensure the only part of your wedding I see is the part on Instagram. And here’s why.
Not sure if you’ve been watching the news for the past, oh, seven years or so, but the economy is “recovering” about as well as Robert Downey Jr. And when my idea of a splurge on dinner is ordering the BIG steak at Outback, well, the feeling that comes with dropping several grand to see you get hitched isn’t exactly what I’d call “joy”.