I have been a very reserved bride when it comes to spending. In fact I’ve taken it as a point of pride that I’ve tried to be reasonable about everything. Admittedly this has been made easier along the way by the fact that I consider myself to have simple tastes. Example: I don’t need fussy, elaborate floral arrangements because I don’t even like them. Single orchids, please, thank you. $1,500 for wedding invitations? Not a chance. So when first analyzing last fall how I’d allocate the budget I’d been given, I automatically gave the idea of having a videographer for the wedding a hearty “phhtttt.” Not necessary.
Then last month on DC Nearlyweds I read about Michael Eller’s Monachetti videography work. And like the writer there, I was suddenly a 5-year-old with my nose pressed up against the glass at Dr. Fantasmo’s Candy and Puppyorium.
A quick email exchange with Eller confirmed that his prices are indeed reasonable when compared with what the typical (and typically cheesy) videography services charge. Three to five minutes of edited video runs $2,000. It’s expensive and a luxury, to be sure, but it’s so tantalizingly doable, you know? Yet my fiancé hasn’t succumbed to my eyelash batting and begging and lobbying and pleading. Even attaching myself to his leg every morning as he heads out the door isn’t working. I’ve tried pointing out to him that, like our photography, we’ll have this for decades to come. It will be a lasting memento, to share with our children and their children, of the moment in time when we looked our hottest. No dice. I’m fairly convinced all he sees is a three to five minute video of him not buying a plasma screen TV.
deep sigh…If anyone owes me $2,000 that I’ve forgotten about, please give me a ring and remind me.