When I proposed to my wife a few years ago, the months that followed were a whirlwind of wedding-related activities.

Most of it sucked. I didn’t give a shit what we served for dinner or which song we picked for our wedding dance. I cared far less what flowers we’d choose or what color the cake frosting would be. The whole thing grew into this giant monster that neither of us wanted when we had imagined getting married, but there didn’t seem to be a way to tone it down once it had started.

Since we were asking everyone to travel for the wedding, we eventually decided not to do separate bachelor and bachelorette parties so that everyone didn’t have to travel twice. Neither of us was disappointed not to have the classic Vegas-style “last night of freedom” complete with too many... Read More