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05.02.2002 - 7:48 a.m.
Thursday
I seem to write a lot of unbelievably trite crap in this diary
about how time goes by so quickly, like I'm all onto some new
theory or something. I'm all Stephen Hawking and stuff.
I guess it just continually
surprises the hell out of me, how days and months and years fly
by. Surprises me and sort of freaks me out at the same time.
I think about this past year, how I spent the majority of it
bemoaning my unemployed self. How it could have been better.
How it has changed.
And, this weekend marks
my one year anniversary being married to JB. A WHOLE YEAR has
passed since I was scrambling to pull together our little wedding.
I just can't hardly believe it.
We had been engaged since
New Year's Eve 2000. I had wanted a semi-long engagement - partially
to be certain with each other, and partially to bask in the sun-dappled
glory that is engagement. I finally settled on a date in 2001:
May 5. No particular reason, it just seemed a good solid date.
(No, it had nothing to do with Cinco de Mayo. Unless that means
we get free beer from Corona or something.)
We didn't want a big wedding.
Didn't want the stress, the expense, the freaking table decorations,
you know? So we opted for a celebration with close family only
- 13 people total. Now, where to go? I hemmed and hawed and came
up with 100 stupid ideas before settling on Orcas Island.
O, beautiful San Juans.
So lovely and green and quiet and pleasant. We prayed and hoped
and pled for good weather. It rained like hell the first night
- and on our actual wedding day the skies were blue and angels
sang and....ok, it stopped raining, all right? It was a wonderful
day, we got hitched, everyone had lunch then champagne and cake,
and then JB and I hopped a flight to Florida.
Is this not the
cutest li'l chapel? Such a pretty setting. You can rent
it too, if you're wondering.
It's even nicer
on the inside!
Yar, the wedded
couple. I was mildly freezing the whole time, but my adrenaline
was through the roof ("oh god oh god please don't fuck up
vows please don't fuck up vows") so I didn't really notice.
Heh. This is JB's
brother. Isn't he CRAFTY looking?
Craaaafty.
So what the hell did we
do in Florida? We took a weeklong cruise to the western Carribean. Oh me, I
wish we could do that again someday. It was just wonderful.
These are STINGRAYS!!!
We got to swim with them and pet them and feed them and EVERYTHING.
This is why we
both gained 19438348 pounds from the cruise. They feed you and
feed you and feed you like you are a VEAL calf or something.
Oh, also there is champagne with everything, which frankly
is a lovely and effervescent way to live your life.
Ah. So anyway, it's been
a year and I'm just staggered by the passage of time, once more.
To celebrate, we are heading back to Orcas island for the weekend.
To relax. And remember.
go back :::
forward
04.30.2002 - There's a reason why my lungs
have collapsed and I am jamming a Bic pen into my trachea to
get more air.
04.28.2002 - Are
Swedish people just naturally tidier and more efficient and tending
towards metal accents and birch countertops?
04.26.2002 - The
new house, as represented by little graphical doohickeys.
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