Our Wedding: Part I
(It's not that those East Coast friends of mine were not important—they remain hugely important to me and our wedding would have been incomplete without them, but more on that in a bit.)
It was not lost on us that getting married in L.A. would incur a significant expense on our families and also any friends who would come in. It was also not lost on us that we would lose some people who we cared a lot about if we got married in L.A. The most painful of these were my grandparents, none of whom felt they were quite up to a cross-country trip.
And, yet, we decided to get married in L.A. It is, after all, where we met and fell in love, and it is also a place where in some ways we both came into our own. What followed was months of stress, ending with a wedding that was perfect for us. But we couldn't have gotten there without our amazing friends.
Our friends did a ridiculous amount for us—from hosting engagement parties to being there for moral support to offering ideas and suggestions to hosting meals for our friends and family when they came in for the wedding to recruiting their kids for invitation stuffing. We are also incredibly lucky to have talented friends who graciously offered us their talents and their time to help in our wedding plans. A friend of mine who lives in Israel designed our invitations for us; a different friend designed our benchers; one exceptional friend made our bouquets at some ridiculous hour of the night/early morning (due to a crisis that involved my building manager and the flowers being locked away); a friend arranged our band for us. I am positive I am forgetting tons of people.
I was also blown away by how gracious my out-of-town friends were. They were not only happy to fly cross-country, without question, for our wedding, they also offered to help for the short time they were in L.A. A friend entertained my little brothers and ran multiple errands for us, including a much-needed Slurpee run; another friend entered into an awkward situation to get the chupah poles we wanted; a friend took me and my sister on a calming bachelorette adventure (which included lots of coffee, a coffee roaster, an awesome bookstore, being in an episode of Pranked My Mom, the beach, and the world's shortest incorporated railroad) and while on said adventure e-mailed lots of friends to locate explanatory wording for our programs. Again, I am missing tons of people, I am sure. All I know is that my friends left husbands and children and jobs behind on the East coast to fly out to our wedding, and it meant so much to have them there.
Planning our own wedding, it turns out, was both incredibly difficult and incredibly rewarding (because it meant we got exactly the wedding we wanted), but we definitely couldn't have gotten there without our friends—and it wouldn't have been as awesome a day without them.