So I have been a good little nightowl recently and have our ceremony (and my vows) written out pretty much to the letter. Things can change, of course of course, but it feels good to have in my hand (/on my GoogleDocs account) a copy of the meat of the whole shindig. Were there no cakes or flowers or biodegradable, compostable flatware, the wedding element of the wedding is good to go and somehow that makes the sprawling list of other details feel quite managable. The words are fairly sparse and there's no indication that Arthur is "officially marrying us"— in Quaker tradition, our written vows are what marries us, ourselves, not the blessing of a pastor or priest or high witch doctor or whathaveyou. The friends and family are asked to guard over the marriage, so it's participatory in that fashion— instead of "speak now or forever hold your peace," we'll ask anyone to share their thoughts or wishes and kind of leave an open floor for speaking. I thoroughly plan on beating at least two people into speaking no matter what, so there's no super awkward silence. My guess is that at least a fraction of the La Junta counselor staff will be two and a half sheets to the wind at that point, so getting them to shut up could potentially be the issue at hand.
A happy addition to the plans is Kevin McCormick, a local classical guitarist who my boss, Dave, knows from the church community. He's going to play for the ceremony and the early, transition stage of the picnic reception (before the rowdy iPod ballads and Cupid Shuffles make their debut) as our wedding gift from the Domingues— his speciality being, of course, Catholic church music and Latin American guitar solos, which I'm quite infatuated with. Currently listening to his CD, Americas, that Dave lent me and it's fairly perfect for this rainy day. Into which I need to go to ride the last of this week's ponies.. Le sigh! Anyway, from a nonmusician standpoint and as someone who gave up the acoustic guitar by the sixth grade, I'd say the guy is good. If you've heard his stuff or look at his website and have any opinions on more upbeat/less dower recessional and processional songs, give me the heads up.
I've been eating pretty well lately and feeling better for it. Simple meals are very often my favorite— like for lunch today, I George Foreman-ed (I'm becoming a devout George follower) a skinless lean chicken breast covered in citrus pepper, covered the top with half of an avocado sliced up, and then filled 2/3 of the plate with spinach salad with Balsamic vinegarette and bleu cheese crumbles. Pretty much delish. Still nibbling a piece or two of Easter chocolate, though. Who knew that one could like Butterfinger eggs while not actually enjoying Butterfinger bars themselves?
The horses have been good, actually. As I said, I'm about to go finish up with the last three and get everyone roached and summerified before the fathers and sons show up this weekend. (Along with Kate, Drew, and Matt. Yay, friends!)
Therefore I need to clean. Boo.
As an important reminder, Stride gum in the magenta box is disgusting. Tastes like Hannah Montana perfume bought at The Limited, Too. If you can imagine how that would feel to your palette.
Also, my porch is The Dog Porch. Observe.
Oh my God, you could not have more perfectly described that Stride gum if you tried. I had it at work the other day and I felt like I had bitten into acid rain. My eyes, my mouth and who knows what other orfices were watering. It was not pretty.
ReplyDeleteAs for the classical guitarist... how freaking COOL. Your wedding is going to be so beautiful and so you. I cannot wait :) There is one song that I absolutely love that I want played at my wedding, it's called " The Universal Wish" by Watson & Company. It's guitar and violin, but very pretty, you should check it out.