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All right (and I actually told Tumblr this yesterday here), so, yesterday we got married, and I feel like I should probably write about that briefly, if only so I can remember it years down the line when my memories of it have been replaced by, like, my shopping list for the supermarket on the moon, and simple hoverboard repair techniques.
Here we go! Alphonse and I played a nearly two year long game of 'who could care the least about a wedding.' Some would argue this game actually went on for the entire six years we've been together, but the official game clock didn't start until the proposal, as far as the rulebook goes.
I am nothing if not terrific at not caring about things and competitive, and I feel like I won, but judges scores aren't in yet. Basically we were always headed toward the courthouse. We kept trying to plan small things at other places, and we'd invariably get derailed or bored, and stop.
Finally there came a point where practicality won out. We had all the stuff for a wedding, had filled out the application for our marriage license, I had a dress, he had a suit, we just needed to do it.
On Friday, my naive notions that we could just walk into the courthouse were upended, and it became clear we needed an appointment. Because, as indicated, I was winning the 'who could care the least' game, Alphonse called for the appointment. They didn't have any until Sunday afternoon, which, after some deliberating about possible other options since this town is full of quick places to get married, we ultimately took.
On Saturday we went downtown and picked up our marriage license. It was shockingly easy, and also depressing, because basically they looked at our driver's licenses, made sure we were of opposite gender, took some money from us, and we're like, Yep! You can get married!
On Sunday, because it was Father's Day, we did some Father's Day stuff in the morning. Blah, blah, blah, donuts, blah blah, blah. Around noon, I went and got my hair done, with my mom in tow, because my mom, despite the courthouse and delayed-shotgun nature of this wedding, was still delighted to pay for things when the opportunity became available. And then I got my nails done.
And then there was like a big blur of things that happened? And suddenly I was the last one that could get ready, because like, we have a two-year-old, and I don't know. I don't know what happened. There are some hilarious things with my dress that I'll explain at a later date, but eventually we got out the door, in our Chuck Taylors. The last thing we did before we left the house was realize no one had secured anything blue, and we found the sonic screwdriver, which is Ten's, so it's blue, and we took that. (Al subsquently kept it in his jacket pocket for the ceremony. The something new was my dress, the something old and something borrowed was a necklace with a small diamond on the end that I remember my mom wearing when I was a kid.)
We got to the courthouse, and it was pretty dead downtown because it was a Sunday, and the lady led us into the building, and then also took our money, and then also indicated that she would perform the ceremony, which was hilarious. I think that was in a movie, where they keep seeing the same person doing a different job at some place? What am I thinking of? Wait, it might be Gilbert Godfried in the Saved by the Bell wedding. I don't know.
We took some pictures and then she came back in and started the ceremony and she was like, "Face each other, stand closer, pretend like you ilke each other," blah blah every joke every dad has ever made ever.
Inexplicably, I laughed the whole ceremony. It's on video and everything. I think some people cry and stuff, but I don't know, I just couldn't stop laughing. Not an obnoxious loud laugh or anything, but a happy laugh, and enough that everyone in the room noticed. It just felt surreal. Here's Alphonse in his big boy suit, holding my hands, repeating that he's going to cherish me? I mean, it was certainly nice, but who even were these people? WE were getting MARRIED. What were we even doing? Did someone want to intervene? It was one of those moments everybody thinks only they have, but that really everyone has, where you're like, "...we are going to be found out as frauds any minute now."
I think also I was just happy. I felt happy, I felt goofy and happy and light, and I laughed. Al wasn't offended, if anything he looked sort of like, charmed? Pleased? I don't know. Just this look of like, someone who knew this was always a possibility, if I was going to be his bride, I might laugh during the ceremony, and he was fine with it. He looked a little bit nervous, but also resolved, and I don't know. It was nice, and happy. We've always been a good balance for each other, and that was true even during the ceremony.
Then the woman had us kiss, and I made a point to slip him a little tongue, but not a lot because my grandpa was there, but also, I was not starting things out on a tongue-less foot. Who wants to set that sort of precedent? Sure as fuck not me.
Then we left, and went and took some pictures downtown, it was hot, Flynn was a 2 year old, I don't know.
We had dinner as a family on the Strip, and then we all went back to my parents' house for a few more pictures that we didn't really end up taking. We left Flynn there for the evening, and then went back to our house.
My dress was particularly tight on the zipper at my ribs on the side, and literally not tight anywhere else. So we stood in the kitchen, and it was not sexy or romantic at all, but it felt better this way, and we struggled to get the zipper down and then we did and I was in my underwear in the kitchen. We went upstairs, and I think I went to pee or something? I don't remember, but when I came back Al was in his boxer briefs with just his button up, and I was like, WHAT, THIS IS MY WEDDING NIGHT. And I made him put all of his clothes back on so I could take them off, so he did.
I then told him, "If you take your pants off, I'm going to start crying," meaning, if you don't let ME take them off, and do it instead yourself, I'm going to start crying, but Al was like, "Things Jamie told me on our wedding night: 'if you take your pants off, I'm going to start crying,'" and we laughed and then I took his pants off.
I don't know, nothing felt different, nothing feels different, the whole thing is weird, but nice and happy and great. Al in just his boxer briefs and his wedding ring has shot to the top of my favorite things to look at list and he's caught on already, and he keeps positioning that hand on his boxer briefs in provocative and hilarious ways.
All right (and I actually told Tumblr this yesterday here), so, yesterday we got married, and I feel like I should probably write about that briefly, if only so I can remember it years down the line when my memories of it have been replaced by, like, my shopping list for the supermarket on the moon, and simple hoverboard repair techniques.
Here we go! Alphonse and I played a nearly two year long game of 'who could care the least about a wedding.' Some would argue this game actually went on for the entire six years we've been together, but the official game clock didn't start until the proposal, as far as the rulebook goes.
I am nothing if not terrific at not caring about things and competitive, and I feel like I won, but judges scores aren't in yet. Basically we were always headed toward the courthouse. We kept trying to plan small things at other places, and we'd invariably get derailed or bored, and stop.
Finally there came a point where practicality won out. We had all the stuff for a wedding, had filled out the application for our marriage license, I had a dress, he had a suit, we just needed to do it.
On Friday, my naive notions that we could just walk into the courthouse were upended, and it became clear we needed an appointment. Because, as indicated, I was winning the 'who could care the least' game, Alphonse called for the appointment. They didn't have any until Sunday afternoon, which, after some deliberating about possible other options since this town is full of quick places to get married, we ultimately took.
On Saturday we went downtown and picked up our marriage license. It was shockingly easy, and also depressing, because basically they looked at our driver's licenses, made sure we were of opposite gender, took some money from us, and we're like, Yep! You can get married!
On Sunday, because it was Father's Day, we did some Father's Day stuff in the morning. Blah, blah, blah, donuts, blah blah, blah. Around noon, I went and got my hair done, with my mom in tow, because my mom, despite the courthouse and delayed-shotgun nature of this wedding, was still delighted to pay for things when the opportunity became available. And then I got my nails done.
And then there was like a big blur of things that happened? And suddenly I was the last one that could get ready, because like, we have a two-year-old, and I don't know. I don't know what happened. There are some hilarious things with my dress that I'll explain at a later date, but eventually we got out the door, in our Chuck Taylors. The last thing we did before we left the house was realize no one had secured anything blue, and we found the sonic screwdriver, which is Ten's, so it's blue, and we took that. (Al subsquently kept it in his jacket pocket for the ceremony. The something new was my dress, the something old and something borrowed was a necklace with a small diamond on the end that I remember my mom wearing when I was a kid.)
We got to the courthouse, and it was pretty dead downtown because it was a Sunday, and the lady led us into the building, and then also took our money, and then also indicated that she would perform the ceremony, which was hilarious. I think that was in a movie, where they keep seeing the same person doing a different job at some place? What am I thinking of? Wait, it might be Gilbert Godfried in the Saved by the Bell wedding. I don't know.
We took some pictures and then she came back in and started the ceremony and she was like, "Face each other, stand closer, pretend like you ilke each other," blah blah every joke every dad has ever made ever.
Inexplicably, I laughed the whole ceremony. It's on video and everything. I think some people cry and stuff, but I don't know, I just couldn't stop laughing. Not an obnoxious loud laugh or anything, but a happy laugh, and enough that everyone in the room noticed. It just felt surreal. Here's Alphonse in his big boy suit, holding my hands, repeating that he's going to cherish me? I mean, it was certainly nice, but who even were these people? WE were getting MARRIED. What were we even doing? Did someone want to intervene? It was one of those moments everybody thinks only they have, but that really everyone has, where you're like, "...we are going to be found out as frauds any minute now."
I think also I was just happy. I felt happy, I felt goofy and happy and light, and I laughed. Al wasn't offended, if anything he looked sort of like, charmed? Pleased? I don't know. Just this look of like, someone who knew this was always a possibility, if I was going to be his bride, I might laugh during the ceremony, and he was fine with it. He looked a little bit nervous, but also resolved, and I don't know. It was nice, and happy. We've always been a good balance for each other, and that was true even during the ceremony.
Then the woman had us kiss, and I made a point to slip him a little tongue, but not a lot because my grandpa was there, but also, I was not starting things out on a tongue-less foot. Who wants to set that sort of precedent? Sure as fuck not me.
Then we left, and went and took some pictures downtown, it was hot, Flynn was a 2 year old, I don't know.
We had dinner as a family on the Strip, and then we all went back to my parents' house for a few more pictures that we didn't really end up taking. We left Flynn there for the evening, and then went back to our house.
My dress was particularly tight on the zipper at my ribs on the side, and literally not tight anywhere else. So we stood in the kitchen, and it was not sexy or romantic at all, but it felt better this way, and we struggled to get the zipper down and then we did and I was in my underwear in the kitchen. We went upstairs, and I think I went to pee or something? I don't remember, but when I came back Al was in his boxer briefs with just his button up, and I was like, WHAT, THIS IS MY WEDDING NIGHT. And I made him put all of his clothes back on so I could take them off, so he did.
I then told him, "If you take your pants off, I'm going to start crying," meaning, if you don't let ME take them off, and do it instead yourself, I'm going to start crying, but Al was like, "Things Jamie told me on our wedding night: 'if you take your pants off, I'm going to start crying,'" and we laughed and then I took his pants off.
I don't know, nothing felt different, nothing feels different, the whole thing is weird, but nice and happy and great. Al in just his boxer briefs and his wedding ring has shot to the top of my favorite things to look at list and he's caught on already, and he keeps positioning that hand on his boxer briefs in provocative and hilarious ways.