I always thought of myself as someone who would get married. I can remember dating someone for a couple of months and talking about what it would be like if we got married, but never in any sort of serious manner and never in a way where it was actually possible. With Sam I took it slow and didn’t try to say anything like that too early in the relationship, but I knew early on that if I didn’t marry Sam that I probably wouldn’t get married. That if I fucked this one up, this one that was better than all those other ones, I just wasn’t going to be the marrying type. (I could say more here, but I don’t want to step on any material I might need for my vows.) Now it’s happening and it’s happening soon.
We’re a little less than three months until the wedding which will take place on January 28th in the city of New Orleans. A lot of the planning stuff that we can do before is already done so now it’s mostly sitting around and waiting. I’m just trying to save as much money as possible and enjoying the last few months of being engaged.
The wedding itself is going to be awesome. The venue is perfect, outdoor and intimate, and after the ceremony we’ll go directly into a second line. Which if you don’t know what that is, it’s basically what you think of when you think of New Orleans: a brass band playing down the street as a bunch of people follow and dance behind them with drinks in their hand. Then we’ll return to the venue for a reception before heading out to streets for a late night of partying. It’s perfectly us and I can’t wait.
The most fun part of the process (and probably my biggest job) has been designing the invites and things of that nature. We did the save the dates together and included on them a little black skeleton that we scored from Goodwill. They were cool.
We had the idea for a wedding invite based off of some art we bought last time we were down there. An email to the artist got no reply so I ended up scanning that image and doing what I could with it in Photoshop. This was the result:
It seems obvious to me what’s going on here, but I’ve realized that not everyone has the same frame of reference that I do.
So, if you’re curious: The French at the top is a New Orleans phrase that translates to “let the good times roll”. Sam’s skeleton has the David Bowie lightning bolt on her face. My skeleton is wearing a Daniel Bryan t-shirt. It’s not a classic invite, it’s us. That is basically our wedding mission statement.
We also had to send out invites for our wedding rehearsal which is something that I took upon myself. I’d had this idea for awhile, but didn’t think that it fit for anything.
This experience has been fun. I’ve enjoyed being engaged and planning a wedding.
I think that’s all I want to say about this right now. There are definitely complaints about the process, mostly having to do with other people being shitty, but I don’t really feel like getting into those. This is a happy time and I am happy about it. I’ll probably write about this again as we get closer, but for now I’m just happy being engaged and waiting for this amazing party to get here already.