Oh, hey! Let’s spend a shit ton of money on a photographer that makes us looks like super hot models that are so madly in love with each other even though we’re not, and throw a little manly seduction in there because everybody loves sex appeal, right? Let’s slap that in the cover of a wedding invitation and then spend an additional thirty/forty grand on one single day of unnecessary traditional wedding procedures just so we can say that we’re married. Go ahead, folks. Let that wedding planner, photographer, preacher, reception hall, bartender, DJ, florist and jeweler capitalize on you and all of the money that you don’t have.