Asking for money instead of gifts so you can fund your honeymoon AND your fucking trip to Burning Man? It's tacky and obnoxious, but I'll let it slide. But charging for food, booze, and "carnival games"? Encouraging people to bring a guest... as long as the guest pays 20 bucks into a "wedding gift box" at the door?! The note encouraging photographer-friends to work for free and send you digital files was a nice touch. But this part's REALLY special: I found out that some people got a "ticket" with their invitation, entitling them to a wristband and a VIP area with free food. You have been going to shitty festivals for too long and you are confused.
After that was published, the bride wrote to The Stranger to invite us to come to the wedding and write about it:
I would like to invite you to report on the performances and djs that are working for us that night. This event is a way to bring burning man and the likes to our family and friends who will never get the chance to go and experience the place where we fell in love.I’m having a hard time focusing write now on writing this letter considering it is less then three weeks to my wedding and I just read the article. I am NOT a bridezilla nor is my groom.
The wedding happened this weekend, in a hangar at Magnuson Park, but the VIP room was canceled. While waiting in line for a bottle of water, I snapped a photo of the drink menu (that photo above) and overheard the bartender telling a guest that all the tips went to the bride and groom. (The water, thankfully, was free.) The carnival games were a ring toss, a bean-bag toss, and a high striker, but not many people were playing them because you had to buy a ticket ($1). Dinner was hot dogs from Po Dogs—$2.50 each (which, to be fair, is more than 50% off Po Dog's regular prices). The room where the VIP room was going to be became a "chill-out lounge," with some free Ruffles chips and baby carrots and the like.
A juggler came out and flirted with all the pretty ladies in attendance while doing a fairly standard juggling act. A DJ played some songs (including "Home" three times in one hour). People (somewhere over a hundred attendees) milled around in the enormous warehouse space. A contortionist, a fire performance, an aerialist, burlesque, and another fire performance were scheduled, but we left soon after the juggler finished his schtick.
Weddings are full of awkward events and mistakes. Sometimes those mistakes include booking a space that is way too large so that your party is engulfed in a massive empty room, or making some weird decisions regarding money. But as mean as people say The Stranger is, and as outraged as commenters were at the I, Anonymous and the bride's letter, we're not just going to shit all over someone's wedding. Though I will say that the I, Anonymous writer was onto something: If you can't afford to throw a big fancy party, you should throw a sincere, small-scale party in your backyard. If a juggler started juggling in your backyard, it would be hilarious, even if it was just standard juggling, and if the Po Dogs were replaced by a grill full of slightly burned weiners because Uncle Frank got a little too drunk and stopped paying attention to his unofficial duties as grillmaster, it probably would've been the party of the century. But it wasn't. It was a wedding that featured quite a few unfortunate choices in the planning stages (but whose wedding doesn't?) and it happened and it's over. We wish the couple the best.
The ceremony itself was lovely and sweet. The bride looked gorgeous and the bride's dad wore an enormous cowboy hat.
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