Thursday, February 10, 2011

Wine 101

So here we are, finally writing. We’ve been meaning to for a while now, but perfection got in our way. Now that several of our brain cells have been destroyed, perfection has tucked its tail between its legs and hobbled off. Needless to say, this post will be devoid of eloquence, perfectly crafted sentences, and thoughts of grandeur.

A lot has happened in the last year. And yes, most people will tell you that no news is good news, and hell yes, the news has been good. Now I’m in the midst of wedding planning (save for these days when I choose to put responsibility on hold) and day dreaming – oh so much of it. Now I’m in the midst of being a bride-to-be, where most people seem to ask me, “how can I help” and “let me be a part of your special day.” It’s all a bit surreal, because, even though most of the time I’m craving attention (the good kind), I don’t really know what to do when it knocks on my door.

Wedding planning is a world unto itself. There’s just so much to do. And yet, there really isn’t. If I were a wedding planner, with contacts, real contacts, I’d be done in two weeks. Then I’d stretch it all out to make my clients think they were getting their money’s worth. But, I’m not a wedding planner and so most of my contacts are based on rough Google searches and money-making wedding guide books that promise comfort in chaos. We’ve had our funny moments during this process. Like the time we went to the temple to meet the priest who wanted to marry us, and made it quite clear that the only other priest (the person we actually hoped would marry us) in the temple had a back that hurt, and therefore wouldn’t be much use (we met the man and his back seemed wonderfully intact). Or the time … well, really that’s been the only funny (and somewhat disturbing time) … all in all things are working out quite well (in a perfectly somber sort of way).

There’s not much else to report. I should be asleep because it’s 10.16 p.m. and I’m working off a rapidly depleting resource of brain matter.

I’ll delete this in the morning.

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