Eversince we started planning our wedding, we never had an argument about any of the details, until last night.
We were finalising the entourage list for the invites and he was insisting on putting the middle initial of every single member of the entourage. The thing is, here in the UK, one’s middle initial is actually the middle name unlike in the Philippines where it is your mother’s surname. I told him i didn’t want the hassle of phoning people just to confirm their frigging initials but he was insistent. In the end i had to give in on the condition that HE will do all the asking.
Second argument was about RSVP. I didn’t want our names on the RSVP since we won’t be arriving till the 5th of December, i prefer it to be done by our coordinator since it’s part of the service they offer. Also, i don’t want people ringing us to say “can we bring someone along” even if the reserved number of seat is already on the invite. I just want to avoid people being offended if we can give in to requests.
Lastly, a lot of G and my dad’s kababayans in the province are hinting on our relatives parang nagpapa-imbita. At the very beginning, G and i agreed that it will be a family and friends only affair. It just so happened that i came from a big family both on my mum and dad’s side. G, although their immediate family is small, is really close to his dad’s cousins and his 2nd cousins so again, big numbers. At the moment our guest list is at 201 and our booking is for 200 so i refuse to invite those who volunteer to attend.
I maybe a bit harsh here, but these people who wants to be invited has not acknowledge my existence until now. Excuse me. Deadma na kung deadma. My mum offered to pay for the “extra” people but i flatly refused. That would defeat the purpose of having a family and friends only celebration.
Someone told me that i’m being a bit selfish because these people only want to share in our happiness. I don’t think so. They only want to be there so that they can nit-pick and gather chismis that they can broadcast to the whole baranggay. It’s a sad reality. They’ve done it before, they are likely to do it again. Not on my wedding, though. NEVER.



