the wedding party
the wedding party
I'm getting married.
I know I've mentioned this before, but not quite in such definite terms. I'm getting married.
We had talked about an August wedding, most likely for my birthday on the 25th. It would be a very quite thing, with one of the Judges I work for performing the ceremony in his courtroom, and then afterwards we would go out to dinner with my immediate family only. It's not a big deal, really. We have been living together almost three years. The wedding would just be a confirmation of our love, and any legal/binding mumbo jumbo is for the kids' sake. Because stepfather sounds so much better than my mom's boyfriend.
Ok, there's more to it than that. It's all about the love and commitment. But still, neither of us wanted to make a big deal out of it, party wise. I've already done the whole big wedding thing, and we know how that worked out. And Justin would rather have something subdued. Also, my baby sister is getting married next year, and I don't want to step on her toes, so to speak.
So I've been pretty vague about the whole thing. I mentioned it to my other sister once and she insisted that we should have a nice little affair, with food and drinks and a few close relatives. In my family, you can't have a few close relatives at a party. Aunt, uncles and first cousins alone amount to about 100 people. And that's just the relatives that live in the same town as us.
So I'm arguing with my other sister about this. She thinks it calls for a party. I was thinking more like taking the family to Taco Bell afterwards. She thinks we should invite a whole bunch of people. Justin thinks we shouldn't even invite his mother. She's thinking backyard wedding with flowers and a canopy. I'm thinking of using the courtroom where where they arraign murderers and drunk drivers.
I know who is going to win this one. No matter what I say, she will go ahead and plan the whole thing without me. It will be her gift to us. She means well, I know this. But personally, I'd rather not have people at my wedding who have, shall we say, spoken ill of this relationship.
Then again, a party is a party. Maybe if there's enough tequila and the music selection calls for a mosh pit instead of the Electric Slide and I give her a list of some bloggers I want to invite, it won't be so bad. Either way, the end justifies the means. Party or no party, cousins or no cousins, Taco Bell or not, I will be married by the end of the day. That's all that really matters. And I could think of worse ways to spend my 40th birthday.
So, August 25. I turn 40, I get married. I may or may not be dancing on a picnic table in my sister's backyard.