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.
I need to sit up straight
Posted by JoJo-A-GoGo on October 3, 2014
Fact: When people meet me, they think I’m a bitch
Fact: I am okay with that
Fact: I’m not really that much of a bitch…if I like you. In fact, some might argue I’m quite the friend.
Case in Point:
My old housemate and bestie has her birthday every year on Memorial Day weekend. When we were living together, we would kind of do a “Summer Kick Off” Memorial Day weekend, and celebrate her birthday – and then close out the summer with mine, which falls on Labor Day weekend. We like to mash it in with the holiday because neither of us really are into the whole “big birthday celebrations”
Anyways, this heifer got sick of me referring to her as my “wife” and moved back to the Dirty Dirty just in time for her 30th birthday. A few months ago I asked her “wife, even though you’re estranged, we can still do something for your birthday, did you have anything in mind?” I got back an emphatic “I DONT WANT TO DO ANYTHING FOR MY BIRTHDAY AND I’M SERIOUS, IF YOU TRY AND SURPRISE ME I WILL BE SO MAD AT YOU”.
kick-start: Operations Rae-Rae Turns Dirty-Dirty Thirty in the Dirty-Dirty J.
We planned, and planned, and planned. We even got some feedback from some family members warning us against surprising her. Did we listen? Hellmuthafuckinno!
I am not a good secret keeper when it comes to good stuff, but the best part about the party planning? 15 of us flanking her while she napped on the beach, and the look of shock when all was said and done. Who doesn’t like a surprise party!
Communists, thats who.
Posted by JoJo-A-GoGo on June 12, 2012