Weddings are strange. They’re all about parties and gifts. Sure, it’s really about two people pledging to be together forever, but technically that part only takes up about an hour of wedding time. During my bridal shower, BM Tata said it was a party to celebrate another party. So true!
When it came to gifts, I was baffled at the amount of gift giving that is actually involved in weddings. Engagement gifts, bridal shower gifts, wedding gifts, gifts for the bridal party, gifts for parents and even gifts for each other. That’s a crazy amount of gift giving if you ask me!
Originally Mr. Warbs and I weren’t going to get each other gifts. Partly because we didn’t think it was necessary and also because we don’t make buying gifts for each other easy. Mr. Warbs is the worst person ever to shop for. He has two watches that he won’t wear. He scoffs at “superfluous” gifts such as cuff links, because he feels he’ll never wear them again. And he won’t give you a single hint as to what he actually wants or needs. In short, you have to literally be a mind reader in order to get him presents. So when he said we didn’t need to exchange gifts, I was so relieved! But, the sneaky guy ended up getting me a gift anyway! Technically it was a gift for the both of us…
We ended up getting a photobooth after all!
Originally we decided that a photobooth wasn’t in our budget, but thanks to an unexpected bonus, Mr. Warbs decided that it was doable. So when our florist announced on Facebook that she had just bought a brand new photo/video booth (Mr. Warbs loves shiny new things) we jumped on it.
Some of the tamer photos!
The photobooth was an absolute hit! And our lovely florist gave us a good deal. Our guests spent half the night on the dance floor and the other half in the photobooth. I really wish I could share the videos with you, hive, but I must protect the reputation of my drunk, drunk guests. Even though I’m sure we would have had a great time either way, the photobooth definitely added a layer of awesomeness to the wedding. Best present ever, Mr. Warbs! In no way does it compare to the luggage I bought you. Whoops!