About that time there was an onslaught of weddings…

October 3, 2007 at 2:23 am | Posted in autumn, fads, family, friends, i win at life, luck, mad mad world, philadelphia, travel, wedding | 4 Comments

For the past three years or so, my wedding attendance schedule has been pretty regular – one a year. Coincidentally, the wedding three years ago was in December, two years ago was in November, and last year was in October. I fully expected to continue the tradition this year with a wedding in September, but that was not to happen. Instead, I have 4 wedding lined up for the rest of 2007, and THREE of them are in October. Even though all the travel may be rough, and it’s going to end up costing us an arm and a leg, I am really excited for all the nuptials. During the one weekend where I am not actually attending a wedding I’ll be attending a bridal shower. What better way to indulge in my wedding obsession than spending every weekend at a wedding related function?

The first wedding we’ll be attending is next weekend down in Rehoboth Beach, which is one of my favorite vacation spots ever. We’re lucky to be staying with friends of ours at their family’s beach house, which means we won’t have to fork over money for a hotel room for the weekend. The ceremony is at a church near the beach and the reception is at a vineyard outside town. It should be great, and I’m really excited for it. One of the interesting things will be the opportunity to see what choices the bride and groom made. See, before I started wedding planning I had no idea how many DETAILS there are in the ceremony and the reception. Everything from the music, the vows, the color, the food, the order of the dances, the seating, the silverware, the decision whether or not to throw the bouquet, the dress, the invites: they’re all flexible. Things I wouldn’t have paid too much attention to before – like the kind of flowers in the centerpiece or the filling in the cake, or whether or not they do a bridal party dance – are probably going to captivate me.

We’ll be home on Sunday, and then I have another 5 days to obsess about my own wedding until I hit up my cousin’s bridal shower, followed by her wedding the next weekend. Yes, the shower and the wedding are very close together, but with good reason. Her two older sisters both just gave birth for the first time in the beginning of August and one of them lives out in Vegas and won’t be coming to town until next Friday. Being brand new Moms and planning a shower on top of it can’t be easy.My cousin’s wedding will be very different from the first one we’re attending. For one thing, it’s on a Friday night, and it will be much smaller and more intimate. The church isn’t far from where she grew up, and the reception is at a well known restaurant/banquet facility just over the border in PA. The Old Boy and I are both taking the day off of work so that we don’t miss the 6pm ceremony and will probably spend the morning in our first pre-marital counseling with the new priest who will be officiating our wedding, so it’ll be an extra wedding-y day.

Last, but not least, is Jeremy’s older sister’s wedding in Philadelphia. This one is another weekender, since The Old Boy is in the wedding and we need to be up there for rehearsal on Friday night. Again, this wedding should be different than the other two because it’s taking place right in the heart of Philadelphia at an old Catholic cathedral, and the reception is at a swanky downtown hotel where we also happen to be staying for the weekend.In the midst of all this, I still have 71293164893217483 things to check off the to-do list for my own wedding, but instead I keep adding to it everyday. First and foremost must be the purchase of a dress, because with just six and a half months to go, I am going to be walking down the aisle in a bunch of white bedsheets that I fashion together with rubber bangs and safety pins.


About that time I got engaged…

September 15, 2007 at 11:55 pm | Posted in i can't believe that just happened, i win at life, jeremy, Uncategorized, wedding | 3 Comments

After spending most of my afternoon being a complete voyeur and reading about other people’s weddings on Weddingbee it occurred to me that I’ve never blogged here about my own engagement, despite the amount of posting I’ve done (and will continue to do, mark my words…) about my own upcoming nuptials. If you don’t know me personally, or know The Old Boy, you may not understand how absolutely perfect the engagement was. It just kind of fits our personalities to a T and I can’t imagine a more fitting story.

It was February 12th. I came home from work and The Old Boy was already home. I knew in advance that he would be home early, which is a nice surprise because he usually works until 10 at night. He had ordered sushi from our favorite place and had set the table with tea light candles and vases filled with two dozen red roses. When I asked him what the occasion was, he told me that he wanted to take the opportunity to celebrate Valentine’s Day with me since he would be working late on the actual day. I have to admit that this was a little fishy, because for the entirety of our relationship all that I’d ever heard was how much he hates Valentine’s Day. I’m not too big on it myself, because although I am a sucker for holidays, that particular one is kind of hokey. When I mentioned that fact to him, he replied that he did indeed detest Valentine’s Day, but since it wasn’t officially the 14th, he wasn’t breaking his cardinal rule of being a love humbug. That seemed to make sense.

Next, I was instructed not to read the card that came with the roses until after dinner, which piqued my interest to the point where I scarfed my meal down with anticipation. I am pretty sure I swallowed at least one or two California rolls without even chewing, and a piece of eel became lodged in my throat, incapacitating me for a second or two. When we finished eating and I was sure I didn’t need the Heimlich, I finally opened the card. It said, cryptically: “Look in the dryer.” So I did.

In the dryer was a valentine – you know, the old school kiddie kind with mermaids and princes on the front – instructing me to look under a specific towel in the bathroom. I took off down the hall, ran into the bathroom, and looked under the towel where I found yet another valentine telling me to look in another location in our house. This continued until I had found 60 (!!!!) hidden valentines, scavenger hunt style. These valentines were hidden on top of the kitchen ceiling fan, between specific pages of books on the bookshelf, behind Smores flavored Pop Tarts, inside boxes in closets, in between seat cushions of the sofa. There were some cards instructing me to find things that I didn’t even know we had.

The last valentine (although I didn’t know it was the last at the time) was hidden behind a picture of us taken a couple of years ago at my cousin’s wedding. This valentine didn’t lead me to another place – it said simply “Will you marry me? Circle yes, no, or maybe.” I started crying the second I saw the word “marry,” and when I turned around, The Old Boy was holding my engagement ring. I was so overcome and busy hugging and kissing Jeremy that I am pretty sure it was a couple of minutes before I even said yes, although my answer was obvious.

After basking in my joy for a few minutes I got on one phone to call everyone I knew and give them the good news, while The Old Boy was on his cell doing the exact same thing. We then drove over my Mom and Dad’s house to share the good news and show them the ring. My parents knew that the engagement was coming up, because Jeremy had talked about it with them on Christmas. They didn’t know how or when he was going to propose, and as I related the story for the first time I started crying all over again. Even now, though I’ve told the story countless times in the past seven months, I still start to tear up when I think about how much time and planning went into that evening and how adorable his face was when I turned around to see him holding the ring.

Yeah, he’s totally a keeper.

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