December 02, 2005

I swear I still have a brain

There are two things in life that you can do to get people to forget that you are a live human being with an actual life outside of that major Thing You Are Doing: plan a wedding or have a baby. I used to think that having a baby was the only thing that caused this to happen, but no, wedding planning does it to.

You know what I'm talking about, I know you do. It's that phenomenon where every time you see someone, especially someone you haven't talked to in awhile, the first thing they do is ask "So how's the wedding planning?" This is quite often followed up by "Are you getting excited?" or something specific like "What are your wedding colors?" or "Have you gotten your dress?" It's like everyone has decided that the fact that I have a diamond on my finger means that all I am capable of talking about is weddings.

And I'm not just talking about women either. The men at my job keep doing it too. (And that's just odd, to be quite honest. I mean, really. Do they actually care what kind of flowers I'm using? I think not.) And they all seem to be surprised that no, I'm really not that stressed out about the wedding. I'm not worrying about dresses arriving in time or bridesmaids arguing with me or who's going to do my hair or whether or not the invitations will get here in time because dude, I've done most of that crap already. And besides, I really don't want to bore other people with wedding talk. I'm bored just listening to myself, because really, there's only so many ways I can tell people about the place we're getting married oe what my dress looks like.

I guess people don't really care if I have an opinion about Alito or what I think about this season's boots over jeans phenomenon or whether Reggis Bush is going to skip his senior year and enter the draft in January, because all I'm supposed to care about is The Wedding.

Don't get me wrong, I do care about it. I care very much about it. I want the ceremony to be meaningful to both us and our families and friends, I want the reception to be fun and filled with laughter and music and good food. And I'm planning it out so that it is all of these things. But it's not all I'm thinking about.

I'm still thinking about the fact that the US has executed 1,000 since the death penalty reappeared, and that there is a war going on right now that I disagree with wholeheartedly. I think about my assistant, whose estranged father is dying whose siblings are leaving her in charge of dealing with the doctors and funeral plans, even as she is about to marry her fiance in a courthouse ceremony next week. I think about the latest episode of Lost and how freakin' awesome that show is. Seriously, I have got TONS of other things to talk about.

But just to get it out of the way.....

Our colors are pale yellow and pale green; I picked them because I liked the color combination on a pair of shoes I almost bought. We're not having bridesmaids or groomsmen, just attendant/readers, one on each side. We're getting married in Julian, at a little family run inn. I'm wearing a big poofy white dress, he's wearing a kilt (and yes, he will be wearing something under it). I'm doing my own makeup, my pothead hairdresser is doing my hair, and I have no idea what kind of bustle I'm going to have. There will be no roses, but there will be lisanthus, ranunculus, solidago, alestromeria, and Goddess willing, peonies. And yes, i'll be doing all of the flower arranging. No, I am not crazy. We'll be eating roast chicken and protabello mushroom stroganoff, and our cake will be three layers, alternating between chocolate and lemon. I'm wearing green shoes during the cremony, we're not having an DJ and no, there will be no disposable cameras on the table.

I think that covers all of it. I should have it printed up on a card so I could hand it to people when they ask "How's the wedding planning?" They could read it and then we could go on to other topics, like that punk ass Alito or that crazy ass Tom Cruise.

I'd like that. I'd like that very much.

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