You are not a cheap SOB. After The Year of Seven Weddings, where I felt horrible at bringing a plant to a bridal shower, for a bride in whose wedding I was singing (and you should've seen the stuff she got at that shower--THREE fully stocked picnic baskets--it's all a competition), I swore if I ever get married, I will personally seek out my friends and tell them "Only get me a gift if it really means something to us, or if you made it or something. If you're bringing a gift because you feel you have to, don't bother--I'd rather see your ass. Make me perfume or cross-stitch me something. I don't need a flippin' blender." I will fully cop to liking my "things" and in that sense, being materialistic--but I indulge my own materialism. I am a terrible gift-giver because to me, what's really important is spending quality time with someone.
Hay-seuss. $250. It's all a big racket. No wonder people get married for all the wrong reasons, with that kind of pressure. They want some return on their investment!
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Date: 2003-09-19 09:48 pm (UTC)Hay-seuss. $250. It's all a big racket. No wonder people get married for all the wrong reasons, with that kind of pressure. They want some return on their investment!