Last night, over beers and fried chicken at Magnolia, we talked about our future wedding. I’ve been starting to feel a little pressure to include some more traditional aspects to our wedding that I really wasn’t interested in. Once you announce you are engaged, everyone wants to pitch in and help you plan your wedding. Problem is, most people only envision a traditional wedding. namecards on numbered tables, ballrooms, dancefloors and bad 70s music, flower children, big white fluffy dress, all that stuff that just doesn’t feel like me. But last night we hashed out what to me is the perfect wedding plan. We just have to find the place. We want a weekend wedding, very casual, with lots of cocktails, bbqs, breakfasts, and sitting around gabbing. No formal placesettings, no waiters in tuxedos, probably not even a traditional wedding dress. Just us, our dear friends, and lots of fun. Let’s hope we can stick to our guns and see this thing through. I always imagined I’d get married barefoot on a beach, corny as that sounds, and it so happens that’s Tom’s wish too. Yippee!
Of Mountains and Mole Hills
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