We Won't Be Trippin'

YARGH!

Ok. Me, Mom and my maid of honor went shopping for the last things needed to puzzle together a bride. Namely: shoes, a bag (which apparently Annika will be carrying, brides just require a bag for the hell of it, and I'm never one to say no to new purses), hair and a face. Oh, and a veil. Everything came together quite peacefully and we now have all of the above. The hair and make-up comes with a testdrive and let me just say, for that price they better be feeding me glitter and small diamonds.

So I'm thinking, it's all good, this is actually kinda fun. Bags and all.

And we had even picked a place for our honeymoon, the Maldives. Until today when I called the travel agency and they kindly explained to me that no ma'm, the price you see on the website (1600e/person) is some kind of glitch. The actual price would be 2900e/person, would Ma'm like to order?

Ma'm didn't. Ma'm is kind of a beyotch that way.

Personally I don't care that much about the honeymoon either. I love, love love! to go on a honeymoon and I love lying on a beach with a cold drink in one hand and a gorgeous husband beside me. But I could just as easily take a ferryride to Sweden, if you know what I mean. A trip's a trip. Therefore I refuse to pay almost 500e/day for coconuts.

Sami wouldn't. The honeymoon is his big thing, and I get that and I give him that. But I still refuse to splurge 6000e on a trip that wouldn't even be all inclusive. He doesn't see my point and I don't understand his. A honeymoon's a honeymoon, even if it is as little as a trip to Lapland. He dreams of untouched beaches and massages in the sun. And it's fine, and would I win the lottery, then we'd book thatr 10 000e trip to bora bora. But the fact remains we are not, and living up here in Thousandlakez makes pretty much every trip expensive since the sun is far, far away.

So I thought I'd give him time to see what he comes up with. I've tried to come up with options but since this is not such a big deal for me as it is for him, I usually get it wrong. So now it's his turn, and we'll see where we land.

But seriously, Internet, weddings aren't for pansies.