Shave and a Haircut, Two Blocks

It was very tempting to just write, “So that happened.” And then move on. Because honestly, it will be near impossible to put into words the past three weeks. I figure I’m going to need the help of some photographs. While I’m waiting for everything to come in (and if you’re reading this and have some digital pics, please send me an email!), I thought I’d let you know that we’re happy and healthy and married and tan. Aspen is in just three weeks, and many deadlines are approaching, in addition to thank you notes and trying to get our lives back after The Event, it’s really very busy around here. Continue reading

Wedding Week Update (final)

Still raining. I don’t care. Everybody is getting here safely.

It’s time for me to wrap this blog up for 2004, and take a nice vacation from computers. Thanks to everybody who has been here for your support, your activism, and your wonderful personalities.

I’ll see you when I’m not so covered in single.

Wedding Week Update #1

I burned my arm making dinner last night. Just a small burn, one I’ll be able to cover up with makeup, but I knew it was going to happen. I’ve smacked my hands into just about everything over the past couple of days, and now two of my knuckles are skinned, including my left ringfinger. Yay, pictures.

I’m making the table cards while stee is creating a wedding rehearsal worksheet on what appears to be Photoshop. My mom is currently sitting in a car downtown in the rain, waiting for AAA to come fix the flat tire on her rental, wondering if she actually has to pay the parking ticket she just received. Continue reading

Sing it, Alanis

Number of hours my mom’s been in town: five and a half.
Number of hours it’s been raining: five and a half.

Heavy rain is predicted for the next two days, with sporadic showers until next week. Awesome.

2004

I don’t imagine I’ll have that much time to update here over the next week. People start arriving as early as tonight. So if I don’t check in again, here’s my year-end wrap-up:

Wow.

Do you take this dork to be your lawfully wedded…

When Tara does recreate her recent fight with Glark while delivering our ceremony, she can have confidence in the fact that my last argument with stee involved him eventually shouting, “I don’t understand the oven! I don’t know how to cook!” and then him grinning from ear to ear at how stupid that all sounds, and then me, knowing that he’s grinning about how much of a fool he is for being scared of the oven (not the stove, he made pains to point out, just the “baking part” of it) giggling while shouting, “Don’t make me laugh when I’m mad at you, DAMMIT!” And then him hugging me going, “I can’t cook. I can’t. Help me.” And then me shouting, “I’m not going to let you make me be unangry. I want to be angry right now. I have to go to the post office and run all of your errands and then make you lunch because you’re scared of the oven.” And then him laughing some more, and me driving away with the biggest dumb grin as I thought, “He makes me CRAZY.” (And then he cooked dinner.)

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

In her latest entry, Sara gives a tour of tacky Hollywood homes, including my favorite — the year-round David house. This house is lined in white statues of David, and for Christmas they all get tiny Santa hats.

Our neighborhood is decorated with lots and lots of lights, prompting stee to buy some lights at Target yesterday. That’s when we learned our house has no exterior electrical outlet. Every day homeownership teaches you something new. (We’ve found a workaround — please no helpful suggestions!) Yesterday I trimmed the… green stuff… out on the front hill, around the parking spot. It looks really good, but even though I wore gloves I’ve got three blisters on my right hand. I’m sure that the rest of this next week will involve me accidentally slamming my shouder into something blunt, burning my wrist while cooking, burning my neck while doing my hair, snapping a fingernail off at the quick while reaching for the remote control, and accidentally getting my face caught in the middle of a Cal/Taylor brawl. Because I’m a pretty, pretty bride. Continue reading

They Don’t Even Have a License, Leeza. (Now We Do)

We got our marriage license today.

Actually, it wasn’t the easiest thing in the world to do, as there aren’t too many places in Los Angeles to fill out this form, and the Beverly Hills one is only open about twelve hours a week total. I appreciate how often they stress that both bride and groom must be in attendance to get one of these things, so you can’t send your bride out to get the license as one of her errands, and a woman can’t find herself somehow married to a guy with too much time on his hands. Continue reading