Did anyone else get that moment where wedding planning suddenly stopped being fun? *sigh* I suppose because I’ve been pushing it behind other things, like work stresses (one of the bouncers at the club where I work filed a formal complaint against me because I told him off for staring at my friend’s arse), friend stresses (K’s feud with a girl who was trying to sleep with P… she failed, and K & P got back together, it’s been a helluva week) and the stress-relieving magic of Guitar Hero (which our neighbour gave us for free the other day, and which may or may not be stolen goods, we’re not sure). So wedding planning’s been low on my list of priorities of late… and then I realised that we have 11 months to get our act together, and the budget has inexplicably gone up by £1,000. This is what happens when you don’t pay attention, apparently.
So, the magic has gone from wedding planning a little, replaced by a sense of having bitten off way more than I can chew, general panic, and fear of crippling debt. I think I need to look at the picture of the kitten petting the duckling again…
I feel better now…
Anyways, Geek Groom, lovely and forward-thinking man that he is, has come up with a money-saving plan.
He came in from work one day and started the conversation with “I’ve been thinking…”
(The last time he started with “I’ve been thinking…” he followed it up with “…we’ve been together for a while now, and now we live together and you have quite a bit of money saved up… I think we should get a PS3″)
So I proceeded with caution; a non-committal “uh-huh”
“If we cut back on a few non-essentials, we could save loads more money for the wedding!”
The only things we buy which could be described as ‘non-essential’ are the videogame and comic book we buy ourselves every week. ‘NO!’ I screamed inside my head ‘NOT THE COMIC BOOKS!’
Outside my crazy little brain I casually asked “What sort of non-essentials are we talking?”
“Rent, bills, stuff like that…”
“Oh thank God… wait, what?”
“Well, we could move in with my parents, and that would save us lots of money… And then we could find our own place sooner rather than later…”
Which is actually a great plan. We’d signed the next year’s contract before we got engaged, and then quickly realised that we’d be spending the first four months of married life in a house with three other people constantly asking whether we drank their Diet Coke and reminding us it’s our turn to buy the next lot of communal bread. Ack. So, if we move in with his parents, we save money on rent, bills and food, and can potentially move into our own place shortly after the wedding.
Although the process isn’t exactly stress-free, since I have to keep the house clean, show people around, argue with the housemate who wants our room when we leave, argue with the housemate who claims Geek Cat has infested her room with fleas even though he never goes in her room and doesn’t have fleas, and fend off that woman who knocks on the door twice a week trying to get us to do a transport survey. But hopefully someone will decide to move in…
