I know you do. They are very beautiful, thanks to my cousin-in-law, Bryce.
That closed mouth smile I have during the ceremony is apparently my face in a war between giggling, appearing properly serious, and revealing my discomfort at being the center of attention.
The new couch arrived last Thursday. Getting ready for the couch was a lot like getting ready for a baby would be, I imagine. Without all the cute little clothes you get to fold and put away. And hours of intense labor pain. But in the sense that stuff that occupied space had to go away. Luckily, we finally got our promised storage locker in the basement last week.
In reality, this couch is too big for our apartment. Way too big. But, it was just too good. It was more than couch. it was Couch. In the end, we actually had to measure the walls and our desks and other furniture, and draw diagrams in Adobe Illustrator to find a way to make it work. Which resulted in conversations like this
“There, how about that.”
“I don’t like it.”
“Why don’t you like it?”
“Because… I don’t like it.”
“I understand that, but what don’t you like?”
“It.”
Back to the drawing board, new layout and then reverse the positions of the debate. Finally, we found something that would work. One bookcase had to be sacrificed to the television and her accessories, one had to be moved into the bedroom, and the other remained where it was. Because, really, it’s not like we were having dance parties in our living room. What do we need with Floor Space. It’s a waste. What we needed was Snuggle Space.
Then kittens LOVE the new Couch.
One hour after the Couch arrived, a box full of books from Amazon arrived. And that, my friends, is why my posts have sucked the last four days. I’ve been pretty happily curled up on the Couch. And just when light at the end of the tunnel seems imminent, today… season 2.0 and 2.5 of Battlestar Galactica show up. Mmmm… dvd’s. We watched, prolly,10 episodes back to back this afternoon, after Wil got home from work.
We so lazy.
I’ve started watching Season One of the new Battlestar Galactica. Wil’s already seen them and has wanted to own them for a while. I have heard really good things about the show, so I was able to look past the fact it was a remake of BATTLESTAR GALACTICA for pete’s sake. Besides, BSG has the single most impressive, useful, and addictive fake swear word: frak. More useful than even “goram” I’m afraid. It’s so cool, even Veronica Mars started using it in Season Three. And if it’s cool enough for Veronica Mars, it’s cool enough for me*.
So, I noticed the cargo hold on the one ship, the one that the President lives on, the name escapes me, looks suspiciously like the lowest car deck of a BC ferry, of the “Spirit of Whatever” type. And by “suspiciously like” I mean “exactly.” And while “Boomer” and Helo were wandering around the bombed out Caprca City, I noticed a lot of things that looked very familiar. Such as the building that looked an awful lot like the Downtown Vancouver Library. And by “an awful lot like” I mean it was the Vancouver Library.
All this leads me to one conclusion. I am living on Cylon Occupied Caprica!!! AAAACk! Trust no one! They look like humans now! Run!!!
*you suck, the CW. Frak you.
I just sent the following IM to Wil at work:
1:10 » momo is attacking the front door
1:10 » i’m doing the dishes and hear this thump and then momo runs past, towards the bedroom, and then i see her run back and i hear this thump and she attacks the front door.
1:10 » and then she just looks at me. with these eyes.
1:10 » eyes that say “what? it had it coming!”
We had some furniture delivered yesterday. I told the guy, on the phone, that my husband was on his way down to help. And then I laughed and laughed and laughed. Not because Wil would not be much help, obviously. Because it was weird. In fact, the guy left the table and chairs at the front door of our building with him and took off, Wil brought them up himself.
I tipped him 20 bucks and some smooches.
Forgive the quality, but it’s a still from a video. One of the many weird faces I made during the ceremony.
My opinion is, getting married becomes a lot more fun once the ceremony is over. We had a lot of fun. Took everyone out to dinner and I had delicious bellinis. We opened presents. It was all good.
When my cousin is done with the photographs, he will put up a flash site, and I’ll probably link to it, so you can see it all photoshopped. The way life should be.
The other day I left a comment, on a blog, in which I referred to Wil as my fiancé. Such a highfalutin word. I don’t use it often, but the differentiation between boyfriend and someone you are going to marry soon was relevant to the blog entry, I felt. Besides, I only have a few more days to use it. Then I will have to refer to him as My Husband. As in “When driving to the mall, my husband likes to point out the hookers on street corners to me.”*
Or I could just call him Wil.
So, I think I am more stressed than I expected to be, considering how simple and small the ceremony is. I haven’t been sleeping well, and while the things my mind is worrying about seem to be about immigration stuff, there is a new feeling of stress in my tummy I can only attribute to the fact that soon I am going to have to get dressed up and get married in front of people. It’s getting married itself. I think it’s just that being a bride is nerve racking.
I’ve been watching some bridal shows on the television lately. (My favorite is Wedding SOS on Slice, a Canadian cable channel that is so full of crap shows it’s slogan is “My vice is Slice..” It’s delightful. I took a quiz, on Slice, to find out what type of wedding I should have. See below.**) It would appear that being a bride gives me license for just about any kind of behavior. Serious. If you are a bride, you can freak out, make demands, tell people what to do, tell people what to wear, drink to excess, scream, cry, punch… anything. And it’s all ok because YOU ARE THE BRIDE. As a groom, Wil has a lesser power. It may work on other people, but it won’t work against THE BRIDE. She trumps everything. Only one person would dare challenge THE BRIDE. And that is the the less sympathetic character of mother-in-law. But that’s not an issue for me.
So, I should make some demands. I’ve put a lot of thought into it, and the only thing I can think of: I don’t have enough cake in my life. There won’t be a wedding cake. And since I am a bride, I should be eating cake. Therefore, my demand is – cupcakes. I want some freakin’ cupcakes and I want them NOW! Where are my MOTHER FUCKING CUPCAKES?? WHY DON’T I HAVE ANY CUPCAKES???
How’s that?
*It’s true. I always miss the hookers unless Wil points them out. The route to the mall passes a few popular corners.
**Viva Las Vegas! Eloping ain?t so bad and it might be an option for you. If you’re not into big parties, being the centre of attention, or planning and organizing things, eloping might be a blessing for you. Just remember to tell people that you’re planning on going to Vegas , maybe they’d like to come along and put money on how long you and hubby’ll last.
EDITED TO ADD ANOTHER DEMAND: As THE BRIDE, I would like my new Harry Potter book NOW, rather than Saturday. I think that’s doable, yes?
I think the Harry Potter/ Air Conditioning plan would have worked a little bit better had they remembered to keep the a/c on in the goram theatre! I went out before the movie and told them it was freakin’ hot in there. They turned it on and it started to get better, but halfway through it started to get hot again. However, I was unable to leave to tell them to turn it on again because I was sucked into the magical land of Hogwarts.
The movie was good. Obviously, lots of stuff, from the book, has to be left out. But it wasn’t too bad. We went to see it in an IMAX theatre. Part of it, the “exciting finale” was in 3-D. When the green glasses flashed on the screen, you could hear a collective “OooooOOooo!” as we all put on these giant glasses. Wil was right, it made us all look like Elton John. Wil is not a HP fan, he went to see it for me. But I think he thought it was ok. It was no Die Hard, but then few things are. Except for, you know., Die Hard.
After the movie, I realized I really did need to re-read “The Half Blood Prince” before “Deathly Hallows” comes out. Normally, I would have read “Order the Phoenix” before going to the movie, but all my books are down in the states. So I went to Chapters and bought a paperback of HBP.
When I walked up to the counter, everyone was engaged in deep discussion and it took a minute before anyone realized I was standing there. The clerk explained to me that they were preparing for the release of Deathly Hallows on the 21st. I told her I understood completely, I was doing the same thing. They asked me if I had pre-ordered and I said I had (although didn’t mention it was on Amazon.com) and then I had to explain to them the incredible dilemmas I had faced while doing so. You see, the US has one cover version, and Canada/UK has another. All my books are US hardback books. Frankly, I prefer the US covers by far. But that isn’t even the important part, the important part is, all my books must match.
So, what to do? Order the US version and have it shipped to my mom’s house you say? Well, that is all well and good but the book comes out on the 21st. And my mom happens to be returning home to the states FROM Canada on the 21st. Who knows when she’ll be back. Drive over to the border and buy one in Bellingham? Can’t. And we’ll talk about why I can’t later. Order a US version and have it shipped to Canada? But that might take more time, everyone would have their books and be reading it, and I’d be WAITING!!
After much discussion with concerned friends and loved ones, it was decided I would buy a copy from Amazon.ca, and my mom would buy me a copy at Costco for 189%, or whatever, off, and bring it to me when she came up next. I would then donate my UK/Canadian version to the library. I took the opportunity to order the copy with the ADULT cover. The UK/Canadian releases have covers that are supposed to appeal to the Adult reader. And I am an ADULT.
The clerks wanted to know if I was going to be there at the big release party next Friday to pick up my pre-ordered book (that I did not pre-order from them) and I told that I could not, as I was getting married that day. Ooohh… isn’t that wonderful! Was I going to have a Harry Potter theme wedding? Ha! Even I draw the line at that. Besides, even though he’s not a HP fan, Wil seems positive that he’s Slytherin. And there is no way I’m going to be caught marrying a Slytherin. In public.
So awesome.
We are off to Victoria for the weekend so that Wil can see his daughter and I can have brunch at John’s Place. Wil is also SUPER excited because we are seeing the Transformers movie tomorrow. I’m excited too, but I’m more excited about the upcoming Harry Potter movie. We made a deal. He comes to Harry Potter with me, and I’ll go to the Simpson’s movie. Which may be surprising to those who know my apathy for the Simpsons. But I don’t hate them. It’s not like he’s asking me to go Seinfeld Show movie or something.
Just thinking about a Seinfeld movie annoys me.
Sometimes, when I can’t sleep, I look over at Wil sleeping, and I’m blown away by what a huge impact this person has had in my life. Completely stunned by it. How amazing it seems that a little over two years ago someone found my blog while working a grave yard shift, strung out on too much coffee and alone time, most likely looking for information on Russ Meyer films or some such naughtiness, and now I’m going to marry him. But from the moment we started talking, everything in my life changed. Ask anyone who had to work with me.
So I look at him sleeping, and think about how we are getting married in two weeks. And I’m overwhelmed. Not with fear, but more with this goofy lightness at how amazing it is. How unexpected. And I love him. I only hope that when he wakes up in the morning, and looks at me sleeping, he feels something as nice.
And that I’m not drooling at the time.
Well, since you asked, the wedding plans are coming along nicely. I got the license the other day. Guess where I got it. Go on, guess! The mall. For reals! It’s a pretty big mall.
We are having a very small wedding. A step up from city hall, maybe, still very small. No bridesmaids, no groomsmen, nothing like that. I’m wearing a wedding dress, tho. My mom and I found it the first place we stopped, a consignment store in Kirkland. She’s taking it in, and up. It’s going to be tea length. Less formal. I decided I would carry a bouquet, so I would have something to do with my hands. Today we had a fitting for Wil’s tux. He looks goooood. We got the rings, what more do we need? That’s it, right? Am I forgetting anything?
If you have a pressing need to get us a wedding gift, Wil would like everyone to know that WE would like a robot.
