Talking about having enough to eat...

I do.  And I'll take a half dozen to go.

So it's done: the venue is booked; the photographer is booked; I have TWO dresses to wear on the special day.  And more importantly: everyone finally knows our game plan.
Yeah, we're getting hitched at Voodoo Doughnut (the magic is in the hole).
A fuss was kicked up.
People were perplexed.
We didn't relent.
No really: please tell me about the sanctity of marriage and throw in something about tradition and how people want to be a part of our big day.
No.  No one really wants to be a part of our big day.  Do you really get excited when you get a wedding invitation (okay, maybe if it's open bar)?  It's just another thing to attend and another gift to buy and they all go down the same: a church wedding; a three hour gap while they go take photos; a substandard meal in an blasé environment, and lots of jerks tapping wine glasses with spoons.
Oh, and do you get the presents back when they get divorced like half of them do?
I'm looking forward to getting hitched in the $17 dress I got at Winners this past weekend, with Michael wearing his grandfather's suspenders, and then eating doughnuts afterwards.
It's funny because it's irreverent.