29 days and counting
Until the day that ate my life is here.
Or as my mom likes to call it - Our Wedding.
While I am sure (positive actually) that there are indeed many many many ways to go about the process of getting married, having a wedding and the hoopla related to it, but for us it seemed as if the only way to go was to make it as easy (read: annoying, frustrating and hard) and effortless (read: too many things and not enough time to do them) because the most important thing of this day as we've been reminded many many times is the end result and hopefully a good party. As someone says: it's not the destination but the journey that kills.
Along the aforementioned journey we've secured a marriage license (during which we had to take an oath - which neither of us were prepared for and for people like me, we really should practice this stuff 'cause when told to raise our right hands - Eric raised his right, I raised my left, we looked at each other and like Kevin Kline in 'A Fish Called Wanda', I proceeded to lower the left, raise the right, rinse repeat - the very nice and seriously amused women behind the plate of bullet proof glass started to giggle, then laugh, and as she told me to raise my 'other right hand', we swore that what we put on paper was the god's honest truth - but um, it wasn't. For one, I have no idea where my dad was born, and apparently neither does his 1st and ex-wife, my mother - who I had to call to find out where *she* was born and then call Eric's mom only to find out that his dad's middle name is not what Eric has always thought that it was), a dress, a florist, his shoes and my shoes, the coolest DJ we could think of, some rings, what we think is pretty good food from a caterer we actually like hanging out with, pretty good wine and a tasty port and a good location with enough photo inspiration for my man, a china pattern we didn't register for but we like, a website (I collect websites like Eric collects shoes), dance classes and well you can only imagine the amount of stuff that a mother can accumulate in 9 months when her only daughter is getting married and she is retired. And I've been helping Lisa (who's baking a tasty cake which totally surpassed our initial expectations) empty her garage of wedding supplies - between the two of us we could open a shop.
so yeah - 29 days and counting
*edit* this didn't get posted for some reason when it should have.
Or as my mom likes to call it - Our Wedding.
While I am sure (positive actually) that there are indeed many many many ways to go about the process of getting married, having a wedding and the hoopla related to it, but for us it seemed as if the only way to go was to make it as easy (read: annoying, frustrating and hard) and effortless (read: too many things and not enough time to do them) because the most important thing of this day as we've been reminded many many times is the end result and hopefully a good party. As someone says: it's not the destination but the journey that kills.
Along the aforementioned journey we've secured a marriage license (during which we had to take an oath - which neither of us were prepared for and for people like me, we really should practice this stuff 'cause when told to raise our right hands - Eric raised his right, I raised my left, we looked at each other and like Kevin Kline in 'A Fish Called Wanda', I proceeded to lower the left, raise the right, rinse repeat - the very nice and seriously amused women behind the plate of bullet proof glass started to giggle, then laugh, and as she told me to raise my 'other right hand', we swore that what we put on paper was the god's honest truth - but um, it wasn't. For one, I have no idea where my dad was born, and apparently neither does his 1st and ex-wife, my mother - who I had to call to find out where *she* was born and then call Eric's mom only to find out that his dad's middle name is not what Eric has always thought that it was), a dress, a florist, his shoes and my shoes, the coolest DJ we could think of, some rings, what we think is pretty good food from a caterer we actually like hanging out with, pretty good wine and a tasty port and a good location with enough photo inspiration for my man, a china pattern we didn't register for but we like, a website (I collect websites like Eric collects shoes), dance classes and well you can only imagine the amount of stuff that a mother can accumulate in 9 months when her only daughter is getting married and she is retired. And I've been helping Lisa (who's baking a tasty cake which totally surpassed our initial expectations) empty her garage of wedding supplies - between the two of us we could open a shop.
so yeah - 29 days and counting
*edit* this didn't get posted for some reason when it should have.