For whom the bell tolls....
Date Thursday, March 28, 2024 - 05:25 PM PST
Topic News


Well, we did it. We finally did it.
As of sunday at 3:30 pm I made an honest man of michael, and we got married.

It was far more than I ever expected, toxically overwhelming, stressfull, and the best thing I could have ever done with my life.
My day started off by getting up early to get my nails done and find a pair of shoes. I spent $20 and 1 hour of my life on a nail job that I had to go home and fix with an acrylic emery board. I bought cute clear acrylic shoes, and ran around in a daze and panic. I cried, I spazed, I screamed "I'm scared! They're all gonna be STARING at me!"
I got my husband dressed and we showed up much later than intended, I was assaulted by my favorite photographer from the gay bar and her assistant, and prepared for the fateful moment.

My poor maid of honor is 7 months pregnant and her feet had been swelling to the size of footballs, but for me, the poor dear had been wrapping her feet to keep the size down just so she could wear shoes. I love her.

As I searched frantically for an escape route for one last secretive cigarette before the fatefull moment, I was called downstairs to do the deed.

My father is as nervous as I was, and as I lurched down the stairs tripping on my dress, he said "so what do we do" I said "just smile and move fast"

I grabbed his arm and dragged him down the isle in a record breaking sound barrier smashing wedding procession. The shawl slipped from my shoulders. He got his first look at the tattoos on my back. He made a face, my mother smacked him, kicked my maid of dishonor and she pulled it back up. I shivered and twitched and acted much like a suffer of turrets syndrome. Michael was impeccably still, and I envied his composure as I twitched and struggled to keep my composure, speaking his vows in his envied "radio voice", I blurted out my vows, struggling not to stutter and be comprehendable. Then it was done. I grabbed him and dragged him out as fast as possible, got to the saftey of the foyer and gave him a solid, nervous, and tension and comic relieving high five. We did it.

We did our toast, and I had two glasses of champagne because I drank my first one before the toast started, to which my mother said quitely (but I heard her) "I thought you had to sip champagne, not guzzle it".

we had a vegan buffet (*hooray*) and the vegan wedding cake from cafe flora in seattle was beyond my expectations, topped with the little black car with the bride and skeleton groom in it that I got for my wedding shower (along with a box of 64 black crayons) from my friend melissa.

To my suprise, my "brother" scott (whom I was told was in eastern washington the day prior) showed up. He drove all the way here for our wedding, and I was very glad and suprised that he went out of his way to be there.

I changed back into my jeans and "I was a teenage zombie" tanktop, while michael opted to stay in his very sexy monkey suit (I think he likes it), packed up our loot, got home to unload and went out drinking and had possibly the best night of our lives.

This is all very corny and very surreal to me, but I had to share.

To all the ladies, sorry, he's not a swinging bachelor anymore...and I'm stingy and carry thumbscrews in my glovebox.

I can't wait for the pictures to come back....and believe it or not, my mother was in black, and not ME for a change...now how odd is that thought?

But it's all over now....and I exchanged the FIVE VEGGIE/RICE STEAMERS I recieved..*snort*
and after all these years, we've done the deed.

When I met him four years ago, that first glimpse of the pale sexy college man with the little red streak in his bangs, I never thought I'd ever get to speak to him let alone that some day I'd be marrying him.

Wierd how things go, isn't it?

If my anthropology class handn't been cancelled, and if the german class I chose hadn't been full, I wouldn't have taken the radio class, never would have gotten the opportunity come face to face with the only perfect person for me. Don't throw in your chips on luck...sometimes it strikes when you least expect it, nor when you are looking for it.

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