I’m Almost Done With Wedding Talk…

But first, I have to plug Offbeat Bride. I don’t remember how I stumbled upon it the first time, but B. and I weren’t engaged at the time. A like-minded friend, however, was. So I forwarded her the link. She reported back that it was a pretty funny site with some useful information.

After B. proposed, and the (unprecedented, for me) giddiness wore off, I knew right where to go. I headed to the Offbeat Bride blog and poked around. It was created by a local writer, Ariel Meadow Stallings. She had also written a book which I purchased immediately. It was hilarious and candid and tremendously helpful for girls who hadn’t actually been planning “their big day” since they were 5. I never even touched a bridal magazine. I never stepped foot in a bridal shop. Ariel’s book, (and the countless women who’d followed her advice before me), confirmed my suspicions that I didn’t need to. B. and I should be true to ourselves. We wanted our wedding day to reflect who were were as people. And it just so happened that it was a hell of a lot cheaper that way too! :)

offbeat brideMidway through our engagement, Ariel started the Offbeat Bride community. I joined, filled out my profile, and added the forum topics to my RSS feed. The useful tips and leads poured in and I was also able to offer some ideas of my own. I am convinced that if it weren’t for O.B., I would have been at a loss regarding the ceremony, rings (which we ended up getting from Etsy) and hairstyles among other essential things. I know how to plan a party. That I could do in my sleep. But this was a little bit more than that. And one thing I have in common with every other bride in history is that I wanted the day to “be perfect”. Fortunately, my criteria for “perfect” is simple: my man, my friends and family, some karaoke and plenty of booze.

The Offbeat Bride blog profiles weddings to inspire other couples who are planning their day. So when it was all over and done, I knew I wanted to submit a profile for us. I definitely owed it to O.B. to share the love. Ariel is really doing a great service to future couples who want to rail against the cookie cutter wedding and make something as uniquely theirs.

Thanks for everything, O.B.

And now, back to our previously scheduled program…

My Excellent Mexico Adventure

Three days after our wedding, B. and I woke up at an ungodly hour to catch a 6am flight to Mexico for our honeymoon. We packed only light summer clothing and I pointedly placed my umbrella on the bench by the door saying “I won’t be needing YOU for a while”. This is what they call foreshadowing.

Several uneventful hours later (apart from enjoying The Savages on the airplane), we arrived in a super long customs line. Eventually, we made it through, rendezvoused with our ride (who was NOT at the exit holding a sign with our names on it as I’d hoped. When’s it gonna be MY turn?!) and we were on our way to our resort, Puerto Aventuras, which lies along the coast about an hour south of Cancun. Continue reading

Wedding Day Wrap-Up

You KNOW you want it.

We had a short but sweet ceremony in Discovery Park. Alex played “The Air That I Breathe” on acoustic guitar. Elyse read “He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven” by William Butler Yeats and then delivered a beautiful (and religion-free) ceremony, thus fulfilling her officiating duties perfectly. B.’s vows promised, among other things, that he would always want to read my blog. I managed to squeeze a quote from “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” into mine.

And then we partied. Oh my how we partied. The Sunset Tavern was the perfect venue. The bartenders were spot-on. The karaoke was wildly popular and our friends all gave astoundingly good performances. Even people who usually steer clear from the mic rocked hard that night. B. and I kicked things off with our first song (as opposed to first dance…that shit ain’t pretty) with “Suddenly Seymour” from the Little Shop of Horrors.

We were a little disappointed in Starry Nights Catering, but everyone else seemed to really enjoy the food. I think we just had really high expectations for the food because of all the trouble they gave us. (They wouldn’t let us taste the food for free even after we paid the deposit, which was HALF of what we owed. Their initial proposal was astronomical. They wanted to charge a $200 handling fee for renting 2 banquet tables and linens. Luckily, the wedding coordinator took care of that by renting the equipment herself.) The little tarts with playing card suit crust (playing cards were our theme) were really good though. And very cute.

I also want to give a shout out to the wedding coordinator (who also does full planning, but we didn’t need it), Melissa Bryan of Lush Parties and Events. She was amazing. She thought of everything including many things that never even occurred to us. Not every lady has been planning their wedding since childhood. She also fully understood the low-key affair we were after. Thanks also to Booze for recommending her.

And now for the pictures!!

The ceremony.

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The reception.

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Marriage So Far

So far, being married is awesome. Not much has changed between us but it feels good to be able to call B. my “husband”. It just makes me feel warm and fuzzy every time I think about it. And I definitely don’t have that post-marital depression that I read about it the wedding books. I don’t know why anyone would be sad that planning for their wedding is over. We had an awesome party but we will have other awesome parties. And we did what we set out to do. Being married was the whole point so it is now that the adventure begins.

The only disappointment is that there aren’t really any cool nicknames for “husband” like there are for “wife”. I told B. to feel free to refer to me as “the missus” and “my old lady”. I think they’re cute. But there’s no good male equivalent. “Hubby” is horrible. I can’t even say out loud. It’s cringe-worthy akin to the likes of “panties” and “lover”. chubby hubby

I can’t use “My Old Man” because that’s obviously my father. I guess I could call B. “Daddy” but people might think I’m serious (and therefore gross). I don’t really understand why “My Old Lady” is interchangeable between mother and wife but it is. And I suppose I could say “My Mister” but that might be a little TOO archaic. Would people have any idea what I was talking about?

I feel like I must be missing the perfect cute antiquated husband nickname. Anyone know what it could be?

I Have Been Made an Honest Woman

Thanks to everyone. I have never felt so loved.

More to come but for now, we rest!

Effed by the Weather

This is the current forecast for tomorrow:

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In case you didn’t notice the date, it is JUNE SEVENTH. I am getting married tomorrow.

Outside.

Sans sleeves.

At least the ceremony is only 20 minutes long…

Portland: City of Dreams

I learned two things this past weekend at my Hen Party in Portland.

1) Drag Queens are in constant motion and therefore difficult to photograph.

2) B. and I have the greatest friends in the world.

We were definitely feeling the love from our 30-some friends who made the trek down to the PDX to throw us, both separately and jointly, the greatest party known to man. Continue reading

Linger On

After four days, I still carry the scent of campfire in my hair. This pleases me deeply. Won’t someone please capture this delightful oder in a shampoo?

Memorial Day Camping Recap

Esswine is an amazing spot outside of Granite Falls, WA. It is well worth the $60/night price to reserve a private campground which fits up to 25 people and several cars. Dogs welcome. A stone’s throw away from a peaceful river and short driving distance to many transcendent hikes.

We were unable to check out the ice caves due to a road closure, so instead we hiked the stone train track ruins of the Old Robe Trail. This was some serious Indiana Jones shit.

We scaled rocks and fallen trees, crossed streams on logs…
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…and walked through tunnels.
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The trail was alongside a rushing river most of the way. It felt exciting but still safe. It ended right after the second cave, dropping off into the river.
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And oh my god, was it beautiful.

The rest of the time, we played Bocce Ball, ate our weight in camping treats, smelted aluminum in the fire to make treasures and giggled our way through the weekend. What a great group of people! What a kick-ass spot! What a delightful way to kick off the Summer of Love.

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Granite Falls also seemed like a pretty cool little town. One of these weekend, we have to go back, get a motel room, and absorb the local color via their several taverns, one of which boasts Friday night karaoke.

Summer Aught Eight!!!

Of Bladders and Camera Phones

I have a new blog called Bathroom Wisdom. It’s about the things that people take the time to write or draw in bathrooms. Often, one assumes, while they’re expelling bodily fluids. I find this phenomenon fascinating enough to document pictorially. But I need help! This can’t be a blog about the graffiti in ladies’ rooms ONLY. The world must know what men or drunk ladies who wander into the mens’ room write as well! So the next time something written in the bathroom makes you LOL, please snap a picture of it and send it to me! In the meantime, enjoy my findings at Bathroom Wisdom!

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