Wow I proposed at a soccer game more than a year ago, which was one of the my greater days in life. All I wanted to do at that time is to be married to the girl I love. I forgot somewhere in that proposal was the promise that yes we would have a wedding. Its not a one day event rather a year long metaphor reminiscent of the build up to the Super Bowl. It Is What It Is. In the acronym filled corporate world we of course use acronyms and hence forth It Is What It Is will be referred to IIWII.
TO BE continued as I find free time.
I look forward to finding it.
Well it is 24 hours later and Jen got a ton of stuff done. She talked to the caterers and then to some others involved about the head count for the wedding. Of course that was ten minutes before I told her that there would be another other two year old at the wedding. Apparently I am clueless in this entire wedding process as to what is a Major issue and what is a Minor issue.
- whacks oneself on the head.
- writes not that i wont be able to read later.
- attacks next little fire.
Dad - "All I know is that I am on flight 0610 on United."
I quickly look it up online and tell him 5:45.
Dad -"You have to add or subtract 3 hours to that"
Me - No that's time zone specific.
That's all my brain could handle, but soon Jen suggests we move the time of the family get together dinner. It amazes me when somebody has a complete project type of mind. Which I do not. I consider myself lucky to be walking down the aisle with somebody like that. Its pretty amazing. But what lingers in my wedding planning future. I am not in the mood to make a project plan.
To the best of my recollection we did not move the time of the family get together dinner. Thats a story for another day where I will not have time to write. But I can see it now, dinner at the Corbett Fish House (a place I truly adore), where I predict with tongue in cheek that these things will happen.
- Max devours 4 Oyster Shooters
- Riley invites Joel Prizbella as her date.
- Marina tells everybody about her deep absolute hatred of scallops
Back to the present for a moment. One thing we completely forgot about was that we had to get a marriage license. That is going to happen tomorrow and I am told I don't have to study for this. Much to the chagrin of my fellow co-workers I have not been able to put in sixty hour weeks, but I somehow had to draft a memo stating that I had to leave work early to get a marriage license.
In retrospect I was nervous about being late. Government agencies are a weird place to be in. Despite not being able to take a credit card or a check, YES CASH ONLY, they were all really nice and knew what thet were doing. Neither Jenna or I bothered to even write down the address on the Multnomah County Marriage License Place and both arrived at random places and times. At least the Multnomah County Marriage License Place staff knew what they are doing.
The other day I was sitting at my desk with these numbers on my scratch pad.
9636, 9701, 9715 9638
9536, 9636, 9717, 9228
One was a list of of the numbered pre wedding photos I had chosen for the sign in book. The other list were project id numbers for a report I was semi-mindlessly preparing. I just hope I didn't send Jen project ids. That may not end well. I am fairly confident I did not. And the last thing we need to working on at work is my wedding plans. I am capable of fumbling these by myself.
Then there is the subject of Haikus -Weasked people to submit Haikus along with thier invites.
Here are some examples
Elements of a good marriage....communication, humore, adventure, support, hugs, and lots lovin'?
Love and devotion, laughter, honesty, respect, Enduring Marriage
You only live once. Life is short. Have fun, fun, fun!
Open ears and heart yields forgiving nature. Contentment results.
Lifetime of smiles. sparkle in each other's eyes. Always, everywhere.
There are times when silence has the loudest voice.
To make great marriage use ears more often than mouth. Dogs have this down pat.
Two dry martinis mixed by him and shared with you. Relax at day's end.
Happiness is my wife walking away from me in her leather chaps. (Thanks Greg and Kris!!!)
The question of the day is whether they should be read just like this or whether the wedding team had editorial input. I say noy, but tahts a story for another day.