Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Wedding Pictures!

Rachel and I just received the link to our wedding photos from Adam the photographer, check 'em out:
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Tuesday, July 29, 2008


Look, now Neal is going to blog here too! Make sure to be very welcoming, everyone.

In other now-I'm-a-married-lady news, I also have to change how I refer to my Neal. He can't be the gentleman caller anymore; since we live together, it's technically impossible for him to call on me. I've been kicking some ideas around in my mind, but feel free to add your own suggestions.

--He Who Used to be The Gentleman Caller
but that's kind of Voldemort-y. And also kind of Prince-y. (I think we all know which of those comparisons is less flattering.)

--The 'Sband
short for husband. I like this one because it reminds me of how Strong Bad pronounces "sbemail."

--the other half
or possibly "the better half." I think I would abbreviate either one, though: O.H. or B.H.

--I wish I could do what the ladies in the romance novels I like do after they get married, but unfortunately it's lame. According to Patricia Veryan, apparently 18th century ladies called their husbands by their last name, so I would go with "Davidson." But it's just so . . . gym coachy.

--my baby
This works in songs from the sixties, but I don't know if it would work in this medium. Also, someday we're going to have a baby, and then I'd have to call him something else and we'd have to go through this whole rigmarole again. And who wants that?

OK, so I don't have that many ideas. Don't worry, I'll keep working on it.

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So, clearly, the ol' blog has been out of commission for a while. I mean, I have been kinda busy trying to write a masters thesis and moving and, you know, gettin' hitched.

(photo credit: MacKenzie!)

I was thinking this morning in the shower (where I get all my greatest ideas, for some reason) about what I could write on this blog about marriage. And the word marriage made me think, of course, of "Mawwiage! Mawwiage is what bwings us togetho . . . today." And then I thought of one of the most amazing potential events a person could ever hold: a Princess Bride theme wedding!

Imagine it:

You hire Peter Cook to officiate, in character.

Of course, first you'd have to get him ordained in one of those internet religions, like they do on TV, or possibly you could just rig an election in a small community and get him elected a Justice of the Peace. Either one.

The bride would wear Buttercup's wedding dress, but clearly the groom couldn't wear the Humperdinck outfit, because that wedding just didn't work out and who wants to emulate that? No, the groom would need to dress in all black and would preferably grow out a weaselly ponytail and sad little blonde mustache. (If possible, he would somehow despite these things continue to radiate animal magnetism.) So the bridal couple would be like so:

We're lucky we're not going with groom-as-Humperdinck, because then you'd need to find a six-fingered best man. What you'd actually need is one with flowing locks and an impressive sword.

The bride would obviously either ride in on a white pony or be carried in by a giant. If you can find one, I'd recommend the giant option.

The tricky part is bridesmaids, because there are barely any female-types in Princess Bride besides Buttercup. Also, according the the novel version, Buttercup didn't have any friends. On the other hand, Buttercup does wear some pretty rockin' dresses, especially when Humperdinck is keeping her all cooped up. You could probably just adapt one of those, or maybe the red one she wears when she's kidnapped.

So, anyway, this idea is awesome. If only I had thought of it six months ago! Oh well. Frankly, the wedding I did have was pretty sweet anyway. And probably less expensive and complicated than a Princess Bride one would have been. We couldn't have ordered four Inigo Montoya costumes through Men's Warehouse, that's for sure.

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