weddingrisk

You’ve heard a lot from Mer about gilded truffle forks and rose-scented ring pillows, but now it’s time to hunker down and hear some straight talk from the gut.  You don’t go to the state fair just to observe the ribboned orchids or macrame from yesteryear.  You gotta eat a turkey leg bare-fisted and go on the Zipper with several fried cheese nuggets in your pocket.  That’s how you get the full fair experience.  That’s how you enjoy life.

Kate will back me up here:  I’ve been engaged for a lot longer than Meredith.  The process of designing, creating and refining the ring took about four months.  Worth it, though.  Totally worth it.  It’s a gorgeous ring.  (Meredith accidentally left it on the towel hook the other day so I got a few hours to stare at it like Gollum.)  So, for months of meeting with the ring maker (and enduring the occasional where’s-this’-relationship-going argument) I’ve had wedding on the mind.  When the day arrived, the ring presented and the “yes” released I felt joy but also a certain amount of relief.  “Okay, we can take it easy for a while,” I said to my sweaty shirt and open fly.

This was not to be.

The next day Meredith has me drive us to Borders where she bought a calf-high pile of wedding magazines.  I’ve really got to hand it to her, though.  The reading and the blog browsing and the calling and the talking and the planning has resulted in some very big wedding planning milestones being covered with over a year before the wedding date.  Meredith may claim to be busy with grad school which is why she is blowing everyone off, but you know the real truth:  she’s diligently working towards her MRS.

So yeah, I’ve totally done my part.  Time to kick the feet up and…. what?  Post on the blog?  Son of a–