Today marks the 4 month anniversary of Lindsay and me getting married. We’ve made it one third of a year, which is pretty good. Take that Ms. Kardashian! I still can’t believe I’m married, mostly because Lindsay doesn’t really feel like my wife. I never wanted a wife. I’ve always wanted a permanent girlfriend, and I think I found that with Linds. We enjoy each other’s company, and enjoy being in the company of each other’s friends and family. Do we still fight? Sure, but not a lot and hardly ever with weapons. Our pillow fights are epic! I need to start nagging more. Continue reading »
Jay turned 33 last week! He also had the month of all months that included ALL THE FUN STUFF. Here’s what he’s been up to, while I was doing his laundry. ~L
I turned 33 this year. It’s not the most special of ages, but it was a memorable evening. Lindsay went out of her way to make it a very special, surprising, and eventful evening. I had 15 friends hiding in my bedroom when I returned home from work, and my first memory of 33 was almost me crapping my pants in fright. But the evening quickly turned into a drunken, musical, conga line, karaoke festival of fun that is appropriate for a 33 year old man’s birthday party. Lindsay made an all Asian appetizers spread with chicken lettuce wraps, ginger meatballs, and pot stickers. I was a happy man. I no longer consider myself a young man, but I had a brilliant flashback to my youth on my birthday. After a few rounds of brews and a bourbon drink, my best bud Adam started playing our keyboard. Soon everyone was gathered around singing and rocking out. Adam went into Bruce Hornsby’s “The Way It Is” and I went directly into Tupac’s version. I still know 84% of the lyrics and really shocked some friends with rap game ability. I’m like the suburban version of Eminem, that loves Bruce Hornsby and white wine. Was it sad? Yes. Was it also fun? Absolutely. I still got street cred. Continue reading »
We have another thing to figure out for this here wedding that we’re having in TWENTY THREE DAYS.
That’s not many days, friends.
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5pm cocktails, 5:30 ceremony, 6 – 9 reception. They’re all in the same place so there won’t be any walking/transport time, and the ceremony will be about 20 minutes long – less if our officiant talks quickly.
So, besides a very slight lag, if folks get there at 5 we’re looking at 4 hours of an open bar.
And now people are telling us that they HATED SO MUCH OMG when their receptions were over and that we should totally go until 10pm so that we don’t HATE IT SO MUCH OMG.
So you know I need to know what you think! This is just like those coasters. I have too much time left (not really, but you know), and I’m rethinking decisions that were JUST FINE a few months ago.
So, you know I need your help. Whatcha think? Extend? Leave as is? Wait until the day of and make a game-time decision? If cost WEREN’T a factor (it might be, still waiting to hear on that one), what would you do, as a bride/groom, family member, or guest? We’re looking for any perspectives that aren’t hateful.
No one likes hateful perspectives, do they?
Thank you for telling me what to do. I need a manager.
As you were.
We had a wedding shower last weekend!
My friends Heather, Jennifer, and Addie threw it for us. There they are!
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This is my life. Every time I cook anything.
If I’m not photographing, Jay and Jake are “helping.” One drools, the other wanders around in our pretty-small kitchen and tries to stand exactly where I need to be standing.
Actually, they both do those things. One just doesn’t drool on the floor.
They’re mine though, so I’ll take it. It’s a pretty happy life.
Welp, we have a new ongoing dilemma in the How to Get Married the Wrong Way saga of our lives.
I don’t know what to do about my name.
To clarify, this isn’t a REAL dilemma, like “do we pull the plug on our 16 year old comatose daughter” or anything like that. I’m marrying the best guy ever, we’re super happy, and employed, and healthy so….not a real dilemma.
The non-dilemma IS ongoing, though.
I have told you that my beloved recently took a new job – correct?