Two thousand nine hundred and forty four dollars.
That’s how much money I have spent in the last 10 weeks on going to weddings. And no, none of these were an overseas destination wedding that required overpriced flights to Bali and several nights in a hotel. These were just ordinary, run of the mill, local weddings.
So along with celebrating all that love and devotion shared between my friends and their newfound life partners, I am also nursing a woeful bank balance and a small credit card debt.
Some of that money I am happy to shell out. The $420 return flights to Brisbane. The $85 cab back to Melbourne from the Dandenong ranges. A $200 dress (that I secretly wanted to buy anyway) from David Lawrence. That is money spent on allowing me to attend the special event with friends or making sure I look nice on that occasion.
But I also spent $1200 – almost half my total wedding attendance cost – in contributions to wishing wells.
Wishing wells, for those lucky enough not to know, are basically a fancy way of the bride and groom asking for cash. But instead of just saying “please give us money”, they make up a poem, or use some cutesy quote. And they prompt you to bring them however many hundred dollars in a white envelope, place it in a bird cage covered in flowers or a clay pot shaped like a well (because that makes it feel more ‘special’) and never receive so much as a ‘thanks’.