From Miss to Mrs.

Two months after my sister got married, my boyfriend dropped down on one knee in the comfort of our home and asked me to spend forever with him.

My beautiful ring.

Obviously I said yes.

My family requested that I wait a little while before planning anything - just to give them a break from my sister's wedding.

That was fine by me, as I was a little burned out on matrimony myself.

I've given them two months, but I haven't been sitting on my hands (who could with that rock on the left hand?!). I've scoured the venues in my area, I've started making a guest list, thought about my dress and even made an appointment for a store in Massachusetts for October. I think I've found a venue, done a precursory selection of the menu, and figured out how I would decorate the reception ballroom.

I've done all of this and I already want out.

It's been two months of quasi-planning and it makes me queasy (say that five times fast).

Don't get me wrong - I want to marry this man. I will marry this man. But I don't see the need to spend the equivalent to a down payment on a house for one night's celebration.

Maybe that's just the initial shock still absorbing, but some of these places are ridiculous! Thousands of dollars just to stand on your grounds for 30 minutes while I say "I do"? A $3 per chair charge for the ceremony so our families can sit down? And 20% gratuity? What if the servers or waitstaff are terrible?? Am I still required to give a 20% gratuity? (The answer is yes, actually. They can fling boogers on my dress and I still have to tip them 20%.)

Now that I know what my sister had to go through for her own wedding, I honestly would just rather elope.

But my guest list of 230 people would not be happy with us.

You read that correctly.

230.

Let the Hunger Games begin.