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Seven months.
Seven months to a wedding.
And I think the fiance and I just got out of a tight spot. Last week was just some kind of terrifying emotional wringer and I just wanted to see it ended.
Anyway. On Saturday afternoon my parents took the two of us off to this showroom for European scooters: you know the type, Vespas and Stellas and what-not. My father's a Vespa rider; he's part of a club, and the club meets at that showroom.
Storage space for units and lovely old restored models; and for some reason the place is also kitted out to take events for small gatherings. Parties, product launches, etc. There's an allied caterer; the place has its own bar and lights and sounds and a DJ's booth and a game room on the little mezzanine, complete with Playstation unit.
Of course we said we'd take it; there's going to be plenty of space in there for the thirty or so people we're inviting. I walked around and snapped pictures while my parents explained the place some more. We talked about possibilities for food and maybe a photo booth and the tarp for the front doors - and at the end of it I looked at my fiance and he looked both happy and absolutely gobsmacked.
I think I now know exactly how he feels.
I didn't even THINK I'd ever get a wedding and now here I am already thinking about save the date cards and party favors. We've a guest list to go through and people to ask to come and see us. I am going to have to hunt for a good tweed jacket and a bow tie, and I will have to see if I can buy him a Tenth Doctor sonic screwdriver.
[Ah, yes, I may have neglected to mention that part. The theme of this wedding party is Doctor Who. That tarp for the front doors? Will be of the doors of a certain beloved blue police box. We'll be showing The Eleventh Hour and probably bits of Nine and Ten's runs during the event. And we are going to ask the caterer to put fish sticks and custard on the menu.
[OH! And have I mentioned that the party will be on 7/7? That is also the Japanese festival of Tanabata. Wishing on lucky stars, time and spacey-wacey, it fits too, and there is the wonderful extra extra of this being the day after our 13th anniversary. So we are getting married on our anniversary, July 6, and we are hosting a party for friends and family on July 7.]
Anyway. Back to the gobsmacked thing. Since this is a pretty unique event we're pretty much organizing it ourselves, from the civil ceremony to the list of songs we're going to have to play. We're still discussing the idea of having parlor games. He's already joking that the dress code will involve bow ties or celery stalks. Pretty much the only thing that's been taken off our hands is...the cake, which my patisserie-obsessed sister is making up for us on the sly. All I know about it is that it's going to involve fondant.
The part of my head that's wrapped up in this thing currently consists of one part "holy shit this is actually happening", one part "worry about ALL the details!", one part "can we actually afford this? oh well, I said I'd drop more money into the kitty and so did he" and one part "getting married getting married flail flail flail".
More details by next year, I guess.
Seven months to a wedding.
And I think the fiance and I just got out of a tight spot. Last week was just some kind of terrifying emotional wringer and I just wanted to see it ended.
Anyway. On Saturday afternoon my parents took the two of us off to this showroom for European scooters: you know the type, Vespas and Stellas and what-not. My father's a Vespa rider; he's part of a club, and the club meets at that showroom.
Storage space for units and lovely old restored models; and for some reason the place is also kitted out to take events for small gatherings. Parties, product launches, etc. There's an allied caterer; the place has its own bar and lights and sounds and a DJ's booth and a game room on the little mezzanine, complete with Playstation unit.
Of course we said we'd take it; there's going to be plenty of space in there for the thirty or so people we're inviting. I walked around and snapped pictures while my parents explained the place some more. We talked about possibilities for food and maybe a photo booth and the tarp for the front doors - and at the end of it I looked at my fiance and he looked both happy and absolutely gobsmacked.
I think I now know exactly how he feels.
I didn't even THINK I'd ever get a wedding and now here I am already thinking about save the date cards and party favors. We've a guest list to go through and people to ask to come and see us. I am going to have to hunt for a good tweed jacket and a bow tie, and I will have to see if I can buy him a Tenth Doctor sonic screwdriver.
[Ah, yes, I may have neglected to mention that part. The theme of this wedding party is Doctor Who. That tarp for the front doors? Will be of the doors of a certain beloved blue police box. We'll be showing The Eleventh Hour and probably bits of Nine and Ten's runs during the event. And we are going to ask the caterer to put fish sticks and custard on the menu.
[OH! And have I mentioned that the party will be on 7/7? That is also the Japanese festival of Tanabata. Wishing on lucky stars, time and spacey-wacey, it fits too, and there is the wonderful extra extra of this being the day after our 13th anniversary. So we are getting married on our anniversary, July 6, and we are hosting a party for friends and family on July 7.]
Anyway. Back to the gobsmacked thing. Since this is a pretty unique event we're pretty much organizing it ourselves, from the civil ceremony to the list of songs we're going to have to play. We're still discussing the idea of having parlor games. He's already joking that the dress code will involve bow ties or celery stalks. Pretty much the only thing that's been taken off our hands is...the cake, which my patisserie-obsessed sister is making up for us on the sly. All I know about it is that it's going to involve fondant.
The part of my head that's wrapped up in this thing currently consists of one part "holy shit this is actually happening", one part "worry about ALL the details!", one part "can we actually afford this? oh well, I said I'd drop more money into the kitty and so did he" and one part "getting married getting married flail flail flail".
More details by next year, I guess.