Wednesday, July 19, 2006
oh, for god's sake!
yes, more about it!
so, the monkey managed to propose the marrying at precisely the point at which i would have no free time in the foreseeable future to carry on about things all wedding. this is probably for the best, as carrying on is a special forte of mine that needs no honing, and in any case couldn't be helped, since one's ready when one's ready, and stomach viruses and ridiculous class schedules just can't stand in the way.
still, though. i want very badly to be looking at pictures of stuff online rather than writing the term paper due at noon friday.
hardest is thinking about doing everything from afar. we're going to get married in seattle. there will be a Large Nice Party akin to a reception here in what my young friend bianca calls New Nork, but it seems righter to do the marrying over there. which might mean we'll end up deciding on a space before we've been out there to look at them, since outdoor spots on the water (I Feel Strongly About Water) go fast, and i can't leave this blessed city until after labor day without total academic implosion. which, whatever. it'll do. i just sort of want to be able to get in my car Right Now and tootle out to this rowing club to see how great a wedding we can throw in it on the day when we get married. holy. shit.
no news on when that day is, but probably mid-june-mid-july of next year.
the attendants, or whatever--the bridal stewardesses--have been asked. or, mine have. he's kind of doing his own thing over there while i read derrida. and there will be one male bridal stewardess, or bridesman, or whatever we're going to call him. my mom was really confused about how i could have more people standing up than the monkey was planning to have. "how will they walk down the aisle together if there's too many girls?" baby, there may not even be an aisle. this is not nancy reagan's wedding. she told me she wished she had been able to do that: "i had to pick only two bridesmaids because your father didn't have any friends." yeow.
okay! that's all i know! i'm not wearing a ring! i wasn't sure i wanted one, but it turns out that, concerns about symbolism notwithstanding, i Really Do. so we're going to pick one out together. in the meantime, i bought a six dollar plastic one at claires, which i think is hilarious and everyone else is vaguely discomfited by. it is huge and obviously fake, and people can't tell whether they're supposed to not notice or what. a disturbing number of them actually believe it's real, and that the monkey and i would mortgage our futures for a diamond the size of a piece of party ice. or that we have some kind of rich family that we have hidden really really well. my student loans and this generic mac and cheese i'm eating are apparently a great diguise for our vast wealth.
okay for real! that's it! more when i have it!
so, the monkey managed to propose the marrying at precisely the point at which i would have no free time in the foreseeable future to carry on about things all wedding. this is probably for the best, as carrying on is a special forte of mine that needs no honing, and in any case couldn't be helped, since one's ready when one's ready, and stomach viruses and ridiculous class schedules just can't stand in the way.
still, though. i want very badly to be looking at pictures of stuff online rather than writing the term paper due at noon friday.
hardest is thinking about doing everything from afar. we're going to get married in seattle. there will be a Large Nice Party akin to a reception here in what my young friend bianca calls New Nork, but it seems righter to do the marrying over there. which might mean we'll end up deciding on a space before we've been out there to look at them, since outdoor spots on the water (I Feel Strongly About Water) go fast, and i can't leave this blessed city until after labor day without total academic implosion. which, whatever. it'll do. i just sort of want to be able to get in my car Right Now and tootle out to this rowing club to see how great a wedding we can throw in it on the day when we get married. holy. shit.
no news on when that day is, but probably mid-june-mid-july of next year.
the attendants, or whatever--the bridal stewardesses--have been asked. or, mine have. he's kind of doing his own thing over there while i read derrida. and there will be one male bridal stewardess, or bridesman, or whatever we're going to call him. my mom was really confused about how i could have more people standing up than the monkey was planning to have. "how will they walk down the aisle together if there's too many girls?" baby, there may not even be an aisle. this is not nancy reagan's wedding. she told me she wished she had been able to do that: "i had to pick only two bridesmaids because your father didn't have any friends." yeow.
okay! that's all i know! i'm not wearing a ring! i wasn't sure i wanted one, but it turns out that, concerns about symbolism notwithstanding, i Really Do. so we're going to pick one out together. in the meantime, i bought a six dollar plastic one at claires, which i think is hilarious and everyone else is vaguely discomfited by. it is huge and obviously fake, and people can't tell whether they're supposed to not notice or what. a disturbing number of them actually believe it's real, and that the monkey and i would mortgage our futures for a diamond the size of a piece of party ice. or that we have some kind of rich family that we have hidden really really well. my student loans and this generic mac and cheese i'm eating are apparently a great diguise for our vast wealth.
okay for real! that's it! more when i have it!
