So we're engaged! I have had my taste of wedding planning for, let's see, about a week now, and I have been through the seven stages of grief already. None of it had anything to do with Ryan (thank God) or my family (hurrah) or even his family (whew) but still, my crazy is bubbling up to the surface and it is wholly self-generated.
We want a venue where we can have both the ceremony and the reception, preferably downtown with a skyline view, and some place with a full kitchen that will let us provide our own caterer. Already that knocks a lot of potential spaces off of the list. We went to see Potential Space #1 on Friday and fell for it hard and fast. It's unfortunately booked through the end of the year on Saturdays. So we thought, "No problem. We'll get married on a Friday night."
Then I started looking at Jewish calendars, to make sure that we wouldn't be getting married on, say, Yom Kippur, and learned (duh!) that rabbis don't marry couples on Shabbat. Well, crap. This sent me into a spiritual tailspin of sorts. Fine, I'm a half-assed Jew, but I still want a rabbi to marry us.
Which brings me to another matter--no one else really cares about the rabbi. Ryan: an atheist. My parents: would hire an Elvis impersonator if need be. Ryan's family: are just happy he's marrying. So maybe the solution is to have a private, parents-and-anyone-else-who-cares ceremony on a weekday evening, and then have the party/reception as planned on a Friday night. Would you care if you didn't see your friend get married, or does it really matter?
Who didn't buy tickets the day they went on sale for the pair of Shins' shows tonight and tomorrow? Who thought to herself, "Two shows? That's crazy!"? Who tried to buy tickets online a few weeks ago, found both shows sold out, figured she could buy tickets on craigslist and then realized she was being priced out of a concert?
Who will spare you the whole old-person-who-likes-indie-rock-and-wants-a-band-she-likes-to-be-able-to-eat-but-would-like-to-see them-without-a-big-hassle whine and moan?
Someone linked to this article somewhere about Southern Indian cuisine and reading it took me back immediately to mornings spent drinking Dixie cups of perfect sweet coffee and evenings eating off of banana leaves. I think I need to start scanning my India photos.
