Sunday, November 15, 2009

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Gratitude-moon Quickly Approaching!

We are just 11 days from our Gratitude-moon, the belayed and delated Thanksgiving honeymoon of the century! We will be staying in the Mission with friends from November 21 to November 28, hugging redwoods and drinking coffee in Golden Gate Park. Any bay-area bridal bloggers who want to meet up for some beverages please say, "I!"

Sunday, October 25, 2009

The Transition

By midnight, almost three quarters of folks were gone. Once anyone approached me after ten PM, I knew they were just going to say goodbye. I started to develop symptoms of Post Goodbye Stress Disorder. I was hyper-sensitive to people approaching me. I started to scheme that if maybe I didnt let anyone near me, they couldnt say goodbye and wouldnt, therefore, leave. But, it didnt work.

Then Kelly and her wife said they were leaving. You really know the party is over when the photographers leave. I wanted to tell them to wait, because I wanted them to take some pictures of everyone toasting smores over the tiki torches. I had spent so much time saying goodbye to everyone, that I hadnt gotten to the smores yet, but it was late and Kelly had already put in a 12 hour day. Plus, I hadnt even taken the time to let them know that I wanted smores pictures.

The DJ wound down and, once the diehards left around 12:30, I started to wander around cleaning up. Lauren had long since passed out. I ate a smores by myself. Then another. It started to drizzle. The shiny wedding feelings were wearing off. I drank a beer and started another, but couldnt finish it. It seemed like I spent half the night saying hello and the other half of the night saying goodbye and now it was over. The second guesses and small regrets started seeping in. I gathered up all the lanterns and packed them away.

Then, after being told two or three times to stop cleaning, I decided to follow directions. I got my head together and took a breath. I took a quick inventory of what I needed in order to make this transition from bride to wife, from anticipation to nostalgia, from party time to bed time. I gathered some candles from the tables and a couple of pork muffins. I got the laptop. I went upstairs to our bedroom, turned off the lights, lit the candles and snuggled up to my wife, who had so thoroughly enjoyed her joy and was now snoring with a wet head and a clean t-shirt and skivvies. I updated my relationship status and my last name on Facebook and said good night to the blog. I blew out all the candles but one and went to bed.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Open Bar

I'm the lush in the family. Coming from a long line of addicts, drinkers and tipplers of all stripes, I could really hold my liquor, especially in my youth. More than that, I really love getting drunk. For about an hour, it's the funnest thing ever.

But, then, especially in my old age, there's the hangover and the spotty memory. I did not want to get drunk at my wedding. I wanted to remember everything, I wanted to experience everything, I wanted to remain upright. Lauren didn't want me to drink either. In our relationship, I'm the one that drops 60 bucks on drinks, butterflies around all night and then gets taken home by some kind, patient person, usually her.

She was also of the wedding opinion that we needed to be very careful to spend enough time with one another, to carve out moments of privacy and quiet to be together and boy did I balk at that. All of my dearest friends in town for one night only!? In spite of the differences of opinion and the history, we didn't make promises or set expectations for the reception. We were aware of what the other usually does, we were aware of what we hoped would happen and left it at that.

Our wedding night turned out to be the perfect role reversal. I had three drinks in twice as many hours, while Lauren had countless. I was the one trotting around trying to organize and arrange and it was all I could do track her down for reception formalities -- cake, dance, toss -- because she was off cavorting with her friends. But, the awesome part about it was that I felt not one iota of wanting to be drunk, not one iota of irritation for her absence. It was as if all of my longing to be free and happy by drinking was erased because I actually felt free and happy and all of her longing to organize and control were erased because she actually felt free and happy, so she got soused.

Me and her sisters took turns taking care of her, she said and did lots of cute things. Unfortunately I don't have permission to share the photos which do the most justice for the situation because they involve toilets and a search for pants.

As far as the guests are concerned, they guzzled bunches. The next morning we had, like, a case of Bud and a case of red wine remaining.

Please enjoy photos of all of the drunkies (me excluded!) below.

Monday, October 12, 2009

The Final Countdown

This week promises to be the last week at Dingmoonment for quite some time. I have a couple more posts about the end of the evening, as well as the role that getting drunk played in the evening, and maybe a fond farewell retrospective type post welcoming travelers who will come down this path behind me, but, for the time being, Dingmoonment will be defunct. You'll see me back in these parts come pregnancies or mortgages. Pregbirthhood, anyone? Conpreghood? Concepnantbirth?

In other news, Lauren and I may very well be able to get legally married in DC on our first wedding anniversary. Yay for David Catania and the DC City Council!