As a graduate student, my specialty is sociology. I study people in groups... their behaviour, their expectations, their relationships with others. And given this choice of field, you’d probably jump to the easy conclusion that I love people, have an active social life and I have a ton of people who would want to attend my wedding. ...(to be continued next week)
You’d be mostly wrong.
MM and I discovered this when we started making out a guest list for the wedding. Even by stretching the numbers a bit and hoping that most of who we included on the list would actually attend… we ended up with 45 names.
45. That’s it. The sum total of who he and I know.
First of all, I should point out that I’m an orphan (by choice, but that’s a whole other story). Because of this, I don’t have siblings or parents to consider or include in our plans, let alone their family and friends. All those great-uncles, distant third cousins and dad’s former boss that get put on other people’s guest lists? Absent on ours.
On MM’s side, he has divorced parents and a brother. His brother is the best man, and his parents will be invited (along with their current significant others).
Add to that lives that have had both of us move around a fair deal around Canada, him because of army life and me because of… well.. life.. and it means that ties to friends are often tenuous and those people have a tendency of slipping away from us.
So between the two of us, our combined circle of friends and family who would want to attend our wedding comes out to 45 people.
This seemed to be a good number though. Smallish, true, but still enough to have a rocking party.
Or so I thought. Until we started actually working with Susan to find a place to hold our nuptial shindig. Then the problems cropped up.
...(to be continued next week).