In true Southern style, Mama and Papa Donut are hosting our wedding and reception. Out of a sense of fairness, they offered me the same deal they offered my Sister Donut when she got married in 2001. They would pay X amount of money and then we would be responsible for anything over that amount. OK, cool. I know how lucky I am to have parents who are willing and able to help foot the wedding bill. So with parental blessings and a number in mind, we began planning our day.
One of the very first things Mr. Donut and I worked on together was our guest list. We have a certain kind of day in mind. We want to treat our guests to a really special weekend with lots of good food and drink, and plenty of things to see and do. Given that we have a pretty set budget, this means that the smaller the party, the more the trimmings, which is great, since we want to spend our day with a few people who are truly special to us, not a bunch of people neither of us know. So, we set some rules for ourselves:
1) First, we didn’t want to invite people out of politeness or some sense of duty and then hope that they didn’t show up so we could make our numbers work. We made sure that everyone on the guest list was someone we’d actually like to see and that we had a reasonable belief might show up.
2) Family - We would invite immediate family, grandparents, aunts and uncles, and first cousins only. There was one exception to this - Mr. Donut’s Great Aunt and Great Uncle, who he does actually see when he makes his way to the Homestead on the Prairie.
3) Friends - We invited people if we’ve corresponded with them at least twice in one year.
4) Family’s Friends - We invited them if they are our personal friends as well.
5) Based on the budget, we told my parents that they, as hosts, could invite 10 people as their personal guests in addition to those names on the list - many of which are their friends anyway. We would, of course, prefer these people to be folks that I would know or at least recognize, but that it was up to them.
We drew up a list with 56 “names” for a total of about 130 people and we sent it to our parents in October, asking them to make revisions. No one said anything. Not one word. We had a few important people to meet in January while we were home before we could absolutely nail down a time. Once that was done, though, I ordered 75 invitations thinking that ten or so would be plenty of wiggle room for the small wedding we wanted.
This morning I got an e-mail from Papa Donut. He’s been working very hard gathering the addresses for all the names on our list (which I am very grateful for)… and adding a few names of his own. Twenty two names, to be exact. Not ten. TWENTY TWO! Now I’m not very good at math, but even I know that there are now more names on the list than I have invitations to send out. Worst of all, 22 names represent roughly 50 more people, which totally blows the original budget!
Has anyone else experienced a hijacking? How did you handle it?
I think your approach to the additional people is completely valid. My mother keeps adding a person here and there, and so now I just say, “Fine, but that’s gonna cost ya $XXX.”
Perhaps I’ll add 10% premium on the $XXX as each week passes for my pain and suffering.