If you were to do it all over again, would you have a traditional wedding?

Naw. I wouldn’t care. I’d be so happy to be getting married, I’d do it a solid waste disposal facility wearing nothing but Depends.

Of course, I wouldn’t be doing it again. I’d be doing it for the first time.

No way. We had the least fussy wedding imaginable: before a magistrate, in the presence of two witnesses. I wore the only suit I owned, and she had a cotton dress made that she could wear for other occasions. When all was said and done, we were out maybe $200, and we’re just as married as anyone else. I’d do it again just like that.

No way, we ran away with just our mom’s, and it was fabulous!

No. But I did the first time. You know what: maybe. If she really wanted one. Weddings are for girls anyway – not boys. We hate them. Right guys?

I’ve been in the big weddings, and in small weddings, and I liked the small one’s better. They’re more intimate than the big one’s.

I did a traditional wedding, and did 90% the work all by myself. It was a serious pain in the arse. And it was one of the most stressful, embarrassing, emotionally draining days of my life.

No, I would not do it again.

They’d have to drag me kicking and clawing from beneath my bed.

If I were to do what all over again?

If I were to do it over again, I would more than likely not.

I didn’t have a traditional wedding in the first place, but my wife and I agree that we wouldn’t even do the (relatively) low-key wedding thing again. We’d elope and then hold a party for everyone at some later date.

My wedding was outside at a state park on a chilly, early April afternoon. The reception was held in a log room at the park that had a fireplace and deer heads on the wall. It also overlooked a wolf habitat. My BIL described it as a Twin Peaks wedding. We had 75 people who attended, but I would have preferred less. My mom wanted all my cousins and their families there.

If I were to do it again it would be on a beach on the south shore of Lake Superior with just immediately family. It must be outside. That’s my only demand.

Hell no! lol

I wish I had had one ! It was somewhat traditional with a white lace suit and flowers. My mother acted like I was really putting her out when we went shopping for my dress like we couldn’t afford hardly anything I tried on.She was sulking and acted ticked off. I was so depressed about it and so in love with my first husband. We had a beautiful Episcopalian wedding at the chapel ; quite formal but with only family invited and the reception was at my parents’ house. I did not even have a veil . I wanted a long, white dress in the main building but it was in the chapel, my father yelled at the priest at rehearsal because he hated priests . But it could have been much worse.

No way. I loved our wedding. It wasn’t traditional at all. There were only 20 of us there. It was on a tropical island. A group of friends having fun in the sun. The ceremony took place on a cliff overlooking the Pacific ocean. There were tropical flowers, singing bowls and lovely music. I wore a beautiful, over-the-top, red dress. My husband and son looked debonaire. My daughters were beautiful and one of them played her guitar for us and our guests. It was uber-romantic and the whole thing cost less than it would if we had got married here. We couldn’t have asked for a more special weekend.

That was wonderful to read, @Bellatrix !

No. Too much work!

I had a very sweet wedding in a Registry Office with brunch afterward that we and my mother-in-law cooked at his Nana’s house. There were 22 people and I wore a long rough cotton embroidered Mexican dress. Simple, lovely and loving…..

Yes.

I did most of the traditional stuff I guess. Although, I didn’t make the girls wear dresses selected by me and it was not black tie (the men in the wedding party did wear tuxedos).

Rick and I got married at the lake. The kids decked out the boat with balloons and streamers and stuff, and we took a ride around the lake in it. It was great.

Ours was just fine. A very small typical New England church. I wore a cream colored silk dress that I wore afterwards with a bright orangy red silk stole. Under 25 people. A nice dinner. We brought a cake from a favorite restaurant and 4 yellow roses which we asked the staff to put on the cake. Each rose came in a test tube. We still laugh that the staff, in their wisdom, stuck the 4 test tubes at angles in the cake.

I like a wedding. I like meaningful words and rituals. I enjoyed the flowers and the food and the space. It was our wedding. If I was going to get married again, I don’t think I would spend as much time on it, but I would still have meaningful words, rituals and music and food. If my wife wanted flowers and a fancy dress, that would be fine with me. Maybe she would make it her own by making it herself. That would be pretty meaningful. Maybe she’d give me a hat. For some reasons, hats seem special, and I didn’t have a hat the first time around.

But this seems entirely unlikely, as my marriage is currently on solid footing.

No, no, no, and no. I never wanted a wedding, but I let myself get bullied into having one. Twenty-two years later, I still get annoyed when I think about the whole thing. I resent the people who bullied me, and I resent myself for having backed down and been bullied. My wedding day was the worst day of my life; I hated every minute of it. And, paying all those bills was a real blast, as well.

Nope. Maybe next time I’d love a wedding on the beach, barefoot and casual dress.

I loved our wedding. We paid for it ourselves and it was just the way we wanted it. A lot of friends came from out of town, and it was really fun.

My wedding was traditional. White dress, tuxes, bridesmaids, groomsmen, cake, fancy-ish food, etc. No church though.

Like @Seek_Kolinahr, I planned it on my own and it caused more stress than it was worth. However, we saved the $10K to pay for it on our own (not too shabby for 22-year-olds), everything was beautiful, and if our families (read: his family) hadn’t ruined everything leading up to it, I’d have no regrets.

If I could do it again, I’d keep the white dress, nix all guests except close friends and family, have the reception on a beach, and no reception. This would be followed by a kick ass honeymoon.

What I hate about weddings is when it becomes less about the couple getting married and more about family. If I could go back, I’d go bridezilla on their asses. I let little things get to me, and I hate that I let them make me feel like I felt at that time.

No I wouldn’t. I would have a cheap breakfast in a nice dress. I really wouldn’t waste all that money on one day, like I did before.

I’d like to do it again. Both of us in tuxes, this time.