Oh wait. That’s right, I’m American (according to my dad lol).  No wonder this irks me.

My cousin is having a Quinceanera for her daughter early next Spring.  When we heard she booked the hall and it was a sure thing Mister and I grumbled Oh God.  We knew it would be a matter of time before we were asked to be a sponsor.  And guess what?  I got an email (she couldn’t even do it in person!) this morning asking if Mister and I would be the sponsors (also called Padrino’s) for the guest book and pen.   Its a $20 book and pen set, of course I’m going to say Yes.  But I can just hear Mister I’m not Catholic why should I pay for anything!  He’s cheap at times.  And he’s Mormon.  That explains a lot. 

Ok, this is what gets me, having a Quinceanera is not a cheap event. It can run in the same neighborhood as a small wedding or an elaborate Sweet 16.  There are some people who feel they should get as many padrino’s as they can.   Translation:  Get others to pay for your daughter’s entire party!  This IRKS ME! 

I can’t help but think If you can’t afford this ELABORATE party then don’t have it!   Wouldn’t that be the same as us asking our invited wedding guests to pay for my shoes, flowers, invitations, cake, thank you notes, jewelry, dress and reception site?   Why doesn’t she just pay for it all herself and charge admission to the party, she’ll probably come up ahead that way!   I know there are some families who just can’t afford this sort of event so everyone pulls together and offers assistance, for the girl.  That’s fine and I see nothing wrong with that.   But to be asked (emailed at work) for contributions for a specific item?  That just passed 100% on my tacky radar.

We’re not surprised, though, because this is the same cousin who was getting married, couldn’t afford her wedding site, five days before the wedding, and had to pull a back yard wedding together at my aunts house last minute.  The wedding and reception were nice, great weather and I like the idea of a wedding at home.  But we started getting frantic phone calls from my grandma, days before, asking for us all to buy/bring food, booze, decorations and/or pitch in money for their wedding.   I’m totally not kidding either.

I’m just glad they haven’t baptized their two youngest boys yet, lord knows what the admission price will be to that party.