It’s plainly obvious that for the most part Twitter has ruined a generous portion of my blogging abilities. After all, why write an elaboration of your own thoughts when you could just condense the moment into 140 characters? It’s a poor excuse for good writing I know, but I do make the best of it.
It doesn’t help too that I really do not have much of a life these days. You can’t really write a story of your life when the bulk of it consists of working in a field that requires confidentiality. As much as I like keeping secrets, sometimes even the Pope needs a confessor of some sorts. No wait, that’s not really a good parallel to draw upon my situation. No I just really like to share with someone else other than Mel about my day. So enough about the excuses about why I haven’t been putting down my thoughts here and get right to it. Everything over the past few months can be summerised into one simple fact.
I’ll be getting married pretty soon.
It’s not quite a secret. I’ve hinted it here and there before, but I think it’s about time I just say it. Mainly because if I don’t talk about it, some part of me will explode into a gooey mess without anyone to clean it up. That’s not usually what we want anyway. What we do want, is for the the wedding be as low key as possible. However, it baffles me that some people do not understand that. I mean, I can understand why they want as many people to know and be invited to it as possible. Certain traditions after all call for certain actions to be made, but the problem here arises when a modern (not to mention throughly odd) couple want to celebrate their day the way they want it while trying their best to keep to traditions. It’s basically like trying to herd a several cats together into a small circle. Doable, but you’re going to be pulling your hair out a lot.
So far, we’ve (meaning I’ve, because I’m the one organising everything) managed to get the things we’ve wanted, albiet at the cost of ruffling some familial feathers. I supposed I was expecting it though, but it is still something I rather not deal with it all. After all, family brings out the worst traits in you no matter how hard you try to be the better person, they always seem to turn up and ruin your day. It can’t be helped. All you can do is deal with the fallout.
So as far as weddings go, this one is pretty unorthodox and informal. It celebrates everything Mel and I consider important. A good scenery, good food and not complicated when putting it together. I have to admit, I was groomzilla at the beginning, but that’s pretty much under control now. I even managed to convince Mel not to wear slacks and uggboots to her own wedding. An astonishing feat, knowing how much she doesn’t like being the center of attention or the cold, but we wouldn’t have gotten this far if I didn’t have some leverage over her choice in clothing.
All that remains is for me to stop being so excited and nervous at the same time. That of course is another story to be told.