Perseverance

I'm sure I've posted before about the first time Sam turned me down.  We were in London on two different study abroad programs, and had met through mutual friends.  I thought he was the dreamiest of dreamboats.  We'd bonded over our mutual love of Faulkner.  I'd drawn him a map of Mississippi on a cocktail napkin.  I'd given him my very best eyelash batting longing looks.  As far as I could tell, it was ON.  So one night when we all went to indie rock night at the bar around the corner, I asked him to dance... and he said no. 

"It's not that I don't want to dance with YOU," he said.  "I don't want to dance with anyone."  And I knew he wasn't talking about a dance, but was trying to let me down gently.  I played it cool.  I knew I'd get him to dance with me eventually.

And eventually I did... I just had to let him pick the song. 

Happy anniversary, Sam.  There's so much more to you, and to me, and to us, than I ever could have imagined on the dance floor of that dingy basement bar a decade ago.  I love you.

I got married, and other stuff happened

Just shy of a week ago, I got married to the best person I know. During the time leading up to the wedding and after, I was a bit distracted, as one might imagine. However, stuff continued to happen in the world. Libya went kind of nuts. Wisconsin imploded, but people did get free pizza. Charlie Sheen began to bring his singular brand of enlightenment to the American public. But probably most notable, Maru the cat ran up to some holes in some boxes and in doing so, tried some new hairdos.



Via

Marriage, Day Four

Still awesome.

A Recent Convo

Conducted with dear friend Lindy via GChat:

Rachel: how's the week for you thus far
me: hectic and stressful on all fronts
Rachel: I had this really funny movie that played in my head of you talking to someone next week and this is how it goes
Setting: a break room like in the office
Office Dude: Hey Amelia what's up?
Amelia: Oh nothing much Office Dude, how was your weekend.
OD: fine went to a killer bar and got blitzed
you?
A: I GOT MARRIED BITCHES!!!
me: hahahahah
Rachel: and scene
me: can i put this on my blog?
Rachel: yes you can

Wills Wedding Watch

Massive news today - Prince William, heir to the throne of the greatest country in the world (Fun Ophelia Fact: I'm a total Anglophile) is ENGAGED! The lucky lady is one Kate Middleton, who I know little about other than I covet her hair. Seriously, does she give hair lessons? I need hair lessons. But back to the happy couple! I've been obsessed with the British royal family for as long as I can recall, and you can bet that OEIA will be teeming with coverage of these impending nuptials in the months leading up to this all-important union... starting with my own personal history with the man known as Wills.

When I was around 12 or 13, shortly before Princess Di passed away, I noticed something - her eldest son, William, had grown up quite a bit... and William was HAWT. I swiftly developed a hardcore crush on him, and concocted what I thought was really a pretty reasonable scheme for how to meet him. I already had plans to move to London and become the most celebrated actress on the theatre scene. I knew that William's pops, Prince Chuckles, was a patron of the arts, so surely his son would be as well. It was only a matter of time before Prince William would come to see me play Maggie in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (totally reasonable dream role for an aspiring tween actress to want to portray), be so stunned by my amazing performance that he would demand to meet me immediately, and fall in love with me at first sight. His grandmother would have objections, naturally, but she would come to love me - along with the whole of British society. William and I would then marry, be in love forever, and I'd have really effing great hair.

That didn't pan out. A few years later, I realized I wasn't a very good actress, and decided to major in English instead. And I did go to London, and I met an incredible person named Sam. He didn't fall in love with me at first sight, but I wore him down eventually.

Anyway, major soft spot for William, and I'm so happy we are getting married next year, but not to each other!

Next Wills Wedding Watch post - who the heck is this Kate Middleton, and what kind of conditioner does she use?

This was nice

Just went to check out info on getting a marriage license in DC, and saw this on the website:

NOTE: Pursuant to the Religious Freedom and Civil Marriage Equality Amendment Act of 2009, L18-110, effective March 3, 2010, same sex couples may apply for marriage licenses in the District of Columbia.

That is very nice. That is a very good thing! Hooray for marrying whoever you damn well please!

Overheard in our kitchen

Me: Blah blah blah, something something you, my boyfriend.
Sam: Excuse me? "Boyfriend?" Oh that is SO 2009!

A very long engagment

I am so glad that Sam and I will be getting married in a city where anyone can marry who they want.

A great tale of love, here.

The bridal industry is officially bananas

Well. I've just learned something so horrifying and disgusting that I knew I had to share it with my dear readers. Sydney, my best friend and bridesmaid, has alerted me to the fact that there is such a thing as bridal diapers.

I am not making this up.

I am flabbergasted by this. There are women out there who think it is okay to pee their pants in the name if having a gigantic wedding dress. Newsflash, you stupid harpies - IT IS NOT OKAY! If your dress is so big that it requires you to urinate on yourself, then it is TOO LARGE!

I am so freaked out right now.

Delta Wedding

I was born and raised in the countriest, poorest part of the countriest, poorest state in America. Seriously, people - it don't get more southern than the Mississippi Delta. Weddings are a massive deal down there, and one of the great pleasures of my life since I've moved away is hearing about the gigantic blowouts people throw for the 'big day.' I used to have only the annoucements in the local paper to quench my thirst for Deep South tackiness, but with the advent of Facebook, I can now find a wealth of details in living color. BEHOLD this groom's cake from a recent Delta wedding, complete with the classiest cake stand I've ever seen:


Nothing says love like the antlers that were sawed from a defenseless animal who was killed for sport!!

Blog discovery

On the one hand, as someone who is getting married early next year, this is kind of depressing. On the other hand, as the cynical old harpy I am on the inside, this is delightful and hilarious!

My Ex-Wife's Wedding Dress

This guy is funny, and I hope he finds a nice new wife who appreciates him.