A couple of years ago, I visited Istanbul with my extended family. I remember the blue roughs of the Bosphorus Strait and the oppressive humidity of a summer in Turkey.
The hotel where I stayed had many conference rooms, along with an outdoor dance floor. For the first two days, they collected dust.
That all changed on the third night, when eight to fifteen limousines pulled up at around 4 p.m. My father asked the bellhop what was going on. “A wedding,” he responded.
We later discovered that Turkish weddings range from 200 to 400 guests. That’s normal.
I’ve never been to a wedding of that size. However, I do understand the desire for such an expensive affair: the initiation of permanence.
Stephen Marche, blogging for Esquire, criticizes the American “wedding industrial complex” in one of his latest posts. According to Marche, we spend an average of $15,000 to $30,000 on our ceremonies.
“That shit,” as Marche exclaims, “is completely out of control.”