Sep
01
2009
Another Fifteen Hundred Words On My Wedding
This time next week, I will be married.
This time next week, I will be married.
Every morning when I wake up---and, let's be honest, several times throughout the day, too---I check two things: the condition of my skin and the weather report. Ideal state of affairs: no blemishes and plenty of sunshine.
The day was magical, no doubt in part because of all the wonderful vibes and love sent along by the Internet. This is one of the very few pictures we have so far---taken by Sean's best man, Tony, who was, as I understand it, quite a hit at the wedding---but I thought I'd post it quickly from the Melbourne Library (what, isn't the library the first place you'd go on your honeymoon?) just in case you were wondering how it all went. As you can tell, it went pretty splendidly.
Hey, have you been looking for paradise?
Somewhere in the middle of my jetlag haze in the wee small hours of this morning, one very clear and succinct thought came to me from nowhere: I should get bangs. Except, seeing as I'm English, it was more like I should get a fringe.
It seems so long ago that I used to have to multi-task while watching TV in the evenings: sticking doilies here, trimming paper there, stuffing envelopes until I wanted to tell the envelopes to go stuff themselves, if you know what I mean.
I woke up at 4:30am convinced there was an intruder in the house. There had been a crash, you see, which woke me with a start. I lay there for a few seconds, startled, and from the corner of my eye, I swear I saw something move in the living room. (We live in a tiny apartment, and yes, from our bedroom, we can see our living room. Welcome to San Francisco! I guess it's the price you pay for being able to get a six-pack, an oil change, and a plate of pad thai at 2am if you'd like, without even leaving your block. Or at least without even leaving my block.)
I think it should be a requirement that all newlywed couples pay a visit to Ikea---extra credit for a weekend outing---sometime during their first month of marriage. Really, there's nothing quite like it to guarantee an abrupt end to that sickening post-honeymoon behavior you've been exhibiting up until now---"I love you, husband!" "no, I love YOU, wife!"---and give everyone within hearing distance a break from their barf bags.
The number one thing I heard in the weeks leading up to my wedding was how fast the day would fly by. Because I like to be prepared and know what I'm getting into, I made a mental note of this. The day will fly by, I told myself. And then I thought: but wait, how can I stop it from flying by? Which leads me to the number two thing I heard in the weeks leading up to my wedding, which was that I should try---should really, really try---to be present in the moment. Okay, I thought, got it. The day will fly by, but I should try to be present in the moment.
