Life is an obscure hobo bumming a ride on the omnibus of art.
Bucket of Blood is probably one of the greatest bad movies ever. There are endless oddities to quote, and I suspect I will never tire of pestering people with said quotes! Mmm, pestering is the best.
Well... so. We tied the knot (literally; we had a handfasting as well as a traditional wedding) on June 6th at Sunset Bay Beach before a blessedly small gathering of people and a few obnoxious teenagers who refused to disappear. The majority of them did, but a couple stayed and watched. It was lovely. I was scared about 5,000 things, but my Aunt Betty and Uncle Bruce showed up unexpectedly with their 5th wheel, which they parked at the camping area at Sunset Bay, and that made for an AWESOME place to change. I could not have had better luck! The gazebo thing we rented smelled a little funny, but it was well worth $20 or whatever it was to have it. My father scouted out the perfect place for the wedding, and the weather was exactly what I hoped for... not too hot, not too cold, and a bit windy. (This presented veil problems but was worth it, because it would otherwise have been a bit warm.)
I dressed myself (wow) and did my own hair in about five minutes flat. I got it down to an art with all of the various self-fittings I had; I managed to hide everything from T.J., which was difficult since we live together, but.. it worked somehow. Anyway, my mom surrendered the music to my Uncle Leroy, who proceeded to ruin it, but aside from that the whole thing went smoothly. I was pleased.
We went up to Albany for our honeymoon, simply because we could get a really nice room there for cheap, and we were not disappointed. (Also, there's an adult shop right next door. Can't get much better, no?) The room was awesome! I was worried Hawaii was going to make it seem crappy, but it was the other way around. We had a spa suite with a king bed, and that spa was awesome. Just right for two people - which I was not expecting, when one of those people was my fat arse. Huh! At any rate, it was well worth the $80something a night, especially when regular rooms nearby were that much and suites without spas were running over $100 a night.
The honeymoon was awesome. I actually really like Albany.. it has personality. We stopped in Eugene on the way back, and I was reminded why I loathe that town entirely... we must have driven around for an hour or two, losing all interest in doing anything, before happening upon a Fashion Bug. Happily, it was on the Buy one, get one for $1 sale day, and I got stuff. Yay, stuff! Then we left. Also yay.
Aside from the wedding, not much is new. Changing your name is a pain in the ass. I'm doing it slowly, but, again - ass pain. At least maybe after it's done I won't get as many things in Spanish. I am really tired of things in Spanish. My father refuses to pronounce my new last name right, however. It's Geise - guy-zee - and he insists on calling it geese, so he can refer to me as a "Portu-geese". Yeah, he's goofy.
I love my daddy, though. He's awesome these days. He sent T.J. a birthday card... awww. My birthday is Friday, but shhh - don't tell anyone.