The Beefcake asked me to marry him. And of course, I said yes. After a romantic “are you f-cking kidding me?” and a “wait, did you ask my parents?”
He did. And both of them said (separately) “are you sure? She’s pretty annoying” or “You have to ask her, she hasn’t asked me for permission to do anything since she was 18” (touche).
So, from what I understand, you don’t get to skip from the engagement phase to the being married phase. You have to plan a wedding. And while I LOVE planning things – hell…one of my favorite things to do is make lists – it seems quite the large task. And there are so many options. Where do you have it? Do you have it at home, or do you have it at another place? Do you have a wedding party? If yes, how many people? And what if you upset someone by not asking them to be in your wedding party? What if you upset someone by asking them TO be in your wedding party? How many people do you invite? What do you wear? What the hell are we all going to eat?
Now, a lot of people who I’ve spoken to have dropped a few pearls of wisdom:
1. Enjoy being engaged (I like that advice)
2. Elope (I kind of like that advice, takes all the guess-work out of it)
3. It goes by fast (prove it)
Aside from all that, its been so nice to hear all the kind words from my friends and family and coworkers, congratulating us and wishing us well. Regardless of what we plan for the wedding part, I’m pretty confident it’ll turn out just as wonderful as the past two years have been, if not better.
Ain’t no getting rid of me now, pal.