Just a quick update. Everything went splendidly, and all is well. I even got to break dance to "Da Funk" too. Oh yeah!! But I'll tell that part later. Thanks for all the kind comments. You all rock!
AD & Mrs. AD
Monday, May 12, 2008
Friday, May 09, 2008
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0.....
I pull into my drive way. The garage opens and I pull in, there's boxes of party stuff all over the place. I try my best to avoid smashing anything.
As I walk into the courtyard I can see all the wedding supplies and table sets all over the living room. I open the door and some of the specialty napkins for the tables scatter about off the sofa. A bunch of my family wanted to throw a bachelors party, but I wasn't up for it. Not to say that they aren't currently having one without me. The last thing I feel like doing is getting drunk tonight.
The house was filled with relatives all week, but everyone left today to stay with other relatives so MTG and myself have our home to ourselves. Though tonight MTG is staying at her parents house one final time.
I remembered to pick up my tux from the cleaners as MTG was reminding me to do all day. I feel itchy because I had a hair cut too and haven't had a chance to bathe. All I could think of is everything that we did today. I place the folder with the new marriage license on the counter. I put my keys on it so that I won't forget to take it tomorrow afternoon. Note to self take this document or else the J.P. won't be happy.
I finally shower and change. Fortunately they let us into the venue we rented for tomorrow, today so we can set most everything up. But I still have to get up early and do more things. All the tables are set up, chairs, most of the arrangements, flower thingies.
I head down stairs and force myself to eat something. I'm too nervous to eat, but I know if I don't I won't feel well in a while. I heat me up a few left overs and pour me an extra large Jack and Coke.
I'm thinking about earlier when MTG was starting to go banana's. I had to pull her aside and tell her to calm down, cause when she's getting nervous she was making me nervous and everyone else nervous and we weren't getting anywhere. We got through it. I think we drove around the city about 15 times today. I had to fill up my car twice.
I pop in Lost in Translation for no reason other than I love Bill Murray and Scarlett Johansson. It's only dialogue and I'm basically ignoring it anyways. I find myself wrapping more eating utensils as I sit and watch the movie, taking care to make the bows around the napkins just like MTG's mom showed me to do. I also find that I'm quickly running out of Jack and Coke and go pour me some more.
I come across some table decorations that I have no idea how they work. I decide it best not to mess with them and have my mom or MTG's mom tell me how to set them up tomorrow. The Jack finally kicks in and I start to feel a little relaxed, not much but anything helps. I can't help but think of all the family and friends who were kinda upset that we didn't register anywhere. I told them what for, we didn't need anything.
I giggle as I think about the baker who is doing our cake and how he looks exactly like the Swedish Chef. How MTG and I had to hold back from laughing the whole time we went to check on the cake today. Fortunately he can bake and only looks like the Swedish Chef. I get a call from my uncle about the briskets he's cooking overnight for tomorrow. Asking me about certain sides to prepare. We figure it out pretty quick. My dad and my uncles will be up all night cooking. But they insist on doing it, and I don't protest.
My best friend who is the DJ for our wedding calls me with any last minute changes to the set playlist, and what kind of stuff to play when we let him decide. I make one request for later on in the night. I ask for Daft Punk's "Da Funk", because I have to break dance one more time.
I finish what I'm doing down stairs and wash the dishes. I feel odd because I have no music on and the movie is the only noise I can hear. I turn off the movie and head upstairs. Taking the tux from it's suit bag and arranging the shirt and bow tie and shoes and everything just so for tomorrow.
I notice all of MTG's things are basically here now. My one closet to her three. When we moved it all in earlier this week she joked that she was marrying me for the closet space. I knew about her shoes but didn't think she could fill one closet full of them. I turn on the stereo but turn it off. I can't find anything that I can play that doesn't make me antsy or nervous.
I lay down on my bed alone, one last time. It seems odd but I gotten used to MTG being here. I decide to try sleeping in the middle like I used to but somehow end up on the side of the bed I've seemed to have unconsciously chosen. I'm tired but I can't sleep. I toss and turn and see the clock. It's barely after 10 pm. I hear nothing from the speakers,which is odd because there is always music. I notice the lights from my cell phone, the cable box the TV standby, the stereo, and various electronics. They light the room eerie greens, blues and reds. I decided that's what's keeping me awake and get up and either unplug or cover the lights up so I can't see them. It doesn't help. I lie awake staring at the ceiling fan make shadows out of the dim light from the window. I can't sleep.
After a few minutes my mobile beeps to tell me a text has been received. It's MTG. "Can't sleep. Hope you're okay. I love you. See you tomorrow morning." I close the phone without responding. A few seconds later it beeps again. MTG is reminding me of more things we have to get done early tomorrow. I simply reply with an "K luv u 2". I set my alarm for 5:15 am, which should give me time to do some things before life gets officially turbo.
I can't stand the silence and put the stereo to random. I giggle to myself and tap my toes as Bananarama plays first. I lay in silence and think of nothing as Jeff Buckley strums on his guitar. And I find myself slowly falling asleep as Frank Sinatra sings to the girl he loves.
As I walk into the courtyard I can see all the wedding supplies and table sets all over the living room. I open the door and some of the specialty napkins for the tables scatter about off the sofa. A bunch of my family wanted to throw a bachelors party, but I wasn't up for it. Not to say that they aren't currently having one without me. The last thing I feel like doing is getting drunk tonight.
The house was filled with relatives all week, but everyone left today to stay with other relatives so MTG and myself have our home to ourselves. Though tonight MTG is staying at her parents house one final time.
I remembered to pick up my tux from the cleaners as MTG was reminding me to do all day. I feel itchy because I had a hair cut too and haven't had a chance to bathe. All I could think of is everything that we did today. I place the folder with the new marriage license on the counter. I put my keys on it so that I won't forget to take it tomorrow afternoon. Note to self take this document or else the J.P. won't be happy.
I finally shower and change. Fortunately they let us into the venue we rented for tomorrow, today so we can set most everything up. But I still have to get up early and do more things. All the tables are set up, chairs, most of the arrangements, flower thingies.
I head down stairs and force myself to eat something. I'm too nervous to eat, but I know if I don't I won't feel well in a while. I heat me up a few left overs and pour me an extra large Jack and Coke.
I'm thinking about earlier when MTG was starting to go banana's. I had to pull her aside and tell her to calm down, cause when she's getting nervous she was making me nervous and everyone else nervous and we weren't getting anywhere. We got through it. I think we drove around the city about 15 times today. I had to fill up my car twice.
I pop in Lost in Translation for no reason other than I love Bill Murray and Scarlett Johansson. It's only dialogue and I'm basically ignoring it anyways. I find myself wrapping more eating utensils as I sit and watch the movie, taking care to make the bows around the napkins just like MTG's mom showed me to do. I also find that I'm quickly running out of Jack and Coke and go pour me some more.
I come across some table decorations that I have no idea how they work. I decide it best not to mess with them and have my mom or MTG's mom tell me how to set them up tomorrow. The Jack finally kicks in and I start to feel a little relaxed, not much but anything helps. I can't help but think of all the family and friends who were kinda upset that we didn't register anywhere. I told them what for, we didn't need anything.
I giggle as I think about the baker who is doing our cake and how he looks exactly like the Swedish Chef. How MTG and I had to hold back from laughing the whole time we went to check on the cake today. Fortunately he can bake and only looks like the Swedish Chef. I get a call from my uncle about the briskets he's cooking overnight for tomorrow. Asking me about certain sides to prepare. We figure it out pretty quick. My dad and my uncles will be up all night cooking. But they insist on doing it, and I don't protest.
My best friend who is the DJ for our wedding calls me with any last minute changes to the set playlist, and what kind of stuff to play when we let him decide. I make one request for later on in the night. I ask for Daft Punk's "Da Funk", because I have to break dance one more time.
I finish what I'm doing down stairs and wash the dishes. I feel odd because I have no music on and the movie is the only noise I can hear. I turn off the movie and head upstairs. Taking the tux from it's suit bag and arranging the shirt and bow tie and shoes and everything just so for tomorrow.
I notice all of MTG's things are basically here now. My one closet to her three. When we moved it all in earlier this week she joked that she was marrying me for the closet space. I knew about her shoes but didn't think she could fill one closet full of them. I turn on the stereo but turn it off. I can't find anything that I can play that doesn't make me antsy or nervous.
I lay down on my bed alone, one last time. It seems odd but I gotten used to MTG being here. I decide to try sleeping in the middle like I used to but somehow end up on the side of the bed I've seemed to have unconsciously chosen. I'm tired but I can't sleep. I toss and turn and see the clock. It's barely after 10 pm. I hear nothing from the speakers,which is odd because there is always music. I notice the lights from my cell phone, the cable box the TV standby, the stereo, and various electronics. They light the room eerie greens, blues and reds. I decided that's what's keeping me awake and get up and either unplug or cover the lights up so I can't see them. It doesn't help. I lie awake staring at the ceiling fan make shadows out of the dim light from the window. I can't sleep.
After a few minutes my mobile beeps to tell me a text has been received. It's MTG. "Can't sleep. Hope you're okay. I love you. See you tomorrow morning." I close the phone without responding. A few seconds later it beeps again. MTG is reminding me of more things we have to get done early tomorrow. I simply reply with an "K luv u 2". I set my alarm for 5:15 am, which should give me time to do some things before life gets officially turbo.
I can't stand the silence and put the stereo to random. I giggle to myself and tap my toes as Bananarama plays first. I lay in silence and think of nothing as Jeff Buckley strums on his guitar. And I find myself slowly falling asleep as Frank Sinatra sings to the girl he loves.
Monday, May 05, 2008
Let the craziness begin
Me: Dammit they put cheese on my burger. I specifically asked for no cheese.
MTG: Just scrap it off.
Me: I am. (fussing while getting cheese on my fingers)
MTG: Hmmm...I'm marrying the only man in the world that thinks cheese on a burger is unholy.
Me: It is, nasty stuff.
MTG: But you eat it on other things. What's the difference?
Me: It's just nasty. Ick!! Don't be knockin' my preferences. I don't tell you you're weird cause you put ketchup on your eggs.
MTG rolls her eyes and finishes eating her left overs from last night.
Me: I can't believe you took those left overs.
MTG: There's plenty of food here.
Me: You crazy. That piece of chicken is barely bigger than a chicken nugget, and what, I count literally 6 sauteed spinach leaves. I can eat that with one bite. All of it.
MTG: Tais-toi!
Me: Want a bite of my tasty burger. Yum, yum.
MTG: Okay fine.
MTG takes a tiny nibble.
Me: That's it?
MTG: Look buster. If I even gain one pound before Saturday, I'll kill you. (She says while pinching my neck.)
Me: Challenge accepted. Muahahahahahahahaha!!! (evil laugh)
MTG: Just scrap it off.
Me: I am. (fussing while getting cheese on my fingers)
MTG: Hmmm...I'm marrying the only man in the world that thinks cheese on a burger is unholy.
Me: It is, nasty stuff.
MTG: But you eat it on other things. What's the difference?
Me: It's just nasty. Ick!! Don't be knockin' my preferences. I don't tell you you're weird cause you put ketchup on your eggs.
MTG rolls her eyes and finishes eating her left overs from last night.
Me: I can't believe you took those left overs.
MTG: There's plenty of food here.
Me: You crazy. That piece of chicken is barely bigger than a chicken nugget, and what, I count literally 6 sauteed spinach leaves. I can eat that with one bite. All of it.
MTG: Tais-toi!
Me: Want a bite of my tasty burger. Yum, yum.
MTG: Okay fine.
MTG takes a tiny nibble.
Me: That's it?
MTG: Look buster. If I even gain one pound before Saturday, I'll kill you. (She says while pinching my neck.)
Me: Challenge accepted. Muahahahahahahahaha!!! (evil laugh)
Thursday, May 01, 2008
Jitters
Me: What are you doing here?
MTG: I took off early today. I thought it would be nice to go to lunch together.
Me: Oh yeah sure. Let me just finish sending out this e-mail.
MTG: Did you know a car flipped in the parking lot right outside the building?
Me: No way!!
I run to the window and look at the wreck, my face pressed against the glass like a kid. The the other ladies in the office are looking out too.
Me: Awesome!
The other ladies show more concern. What can I say I work in an office full of grandmas. And I kid not when I say the median age is 58.
Me: They must have taken the turn too soon into the drive way and hit the elevated part and flipped over.
MTG: Probably on their cell phone and missed the turn. Uhmmm...lunch?
Me: Oh yeah, hang on.
I finish my e-mail and we take off. We take off and head the opposite direction to avoid the traffic and emergency vehicles in the parking lot.
MTG drives and really doesn't say anything, which seemed really odd. I try to imagine what's going on in my head.
We pull up to a cafe that's near by my work and go in. We find a booth and I slide in to one side and as normal expect MTG to slide in on the other side. Instead she slides in right besides me.
Before I can ask her what's up, the waitress comes for our drink order. We both know what we want already and order our drinks and lunch at the same time.
MTG looks tired. I'm not sure what to say so I simply ask her, "What's wrong?"
MTG: Nothing, really.
Me: Are you sure?
MTG: Yes, I just...I just wanted to see you that's all.
Me: Aww..too sweet.
MTG: I just had a hard time sleeping last night and weird dreams and...I guess I just wanted to see you.
Me: I think you're just stressing out.
MTG: I am. Just got the jitters that's all. Don't worry I'm not running.
Me: Well I'd be lying if I didn't say I got the jitters too.
MTG giggle and leans over and kisses my cheek, leaving lipstick lips on me. I reciprocate. (no lipstick though)
MTG: I got the dress.
Me: Which one?
MTG: Pic # 3
Me: Nice. You looked amazing in that one when you tried it on.
MTG: Thanks.
Our lunch comes and we talk more. MTG finally relaxes and I get her to laugh enough to have Diet Coke come from her nose.
MTG: I hate it when you make me laugh when I'm drinking. This always happens.
Me: It's a talent.
MTG: (running her finger over the rim of her glass) You know it's been almost 10 years since we meet each other.
Me: Can you believe it?
MTG: Doesn't seem like that long.
Me: If memory serves me right, it's you that really started talking to me.
MTG: Really?
Me: Yeah when we first worked together, I mean you trained me and stuff and then moved depts, then I didn't see you for a while. Then out of the blue you sent me a message saying, "Can you make me laugh?"
MTG: And you did.
Me: And I did.
MTG: And you have been since.
Me: Try to anyways.
I'm not sure what else to do so I hold MTG's hand in mine. She squeezes it hard and puts her head on my shoulder.
MTG: Do you remember when you first asked me out?
Me: Yeah, you shot me down.
MTG: Well, I said I can't. Not at the time.
Me: I still took it as a no.
MTG: I really meant yes, but I was too afraid to say so.
Me: That information could have been most useful back then.
MTG: I'm sorry.
Me: It's okay, things worked out even better.
MTG: They did.
We finish our lunch and MTG drives me back to work. I go back to my office and the grandma's are going over me.
Pterodactyl Lady: Look! Look! He's got lipstick all over.
Me: Not all over.
Lady that drinks and eats most unhuman: Ahhhhh...what were you up to during lunch?
Me: Oh you know lunch and making out.
OHHHHHHHHH!!! They all say in unison. I can't help but blush. But I didn't rub the lipstick off. That's just for me.
MTG: I took off early today. I thought it would be nice to go to lunch together.
Me: Oh yeah sure. Let me just finish sending out this e-mail.
MTG: Did you know a car flipped in the parking lot right outside the building?
Me: No way!!
I run to the window and look at the wreck, my face pressed against the glass like a kid. The the other ladies in the office are looking out too.
Me: Awesome!
The other ladies show more concern. What can I say I work in an office full of grandmas. And I kid not when I say the median age is 58.
Me: They must have taken the turn too soon into the drive way and hit the elevated part and flipped over.
MTG: Probably on their cell phone and missed the turn. Uhmmm...lunch?
Me: Oh yeah, hang on.
I finish my e-mail and we take off. We take off and head the opposite direction to avoid the traffic and emergency vehicles in the parking lot.
MTG drives and really doesn't say anything, which seemed really odd. I try to imagine what's going on in my head.
We pull up to a cafe that's near by my work and go in. We find a booth and I slide in to one side and as normal expect MTG to slide in on the other side. Instead she slides in right besides me.
Before I can ask her what's up, the waitress comes for our drink order. We both know what we want already and order our drinks and lunch at the same time.
MTG looks tired. I'm not sure what to say so I simply ask her, "What's wrong?"
MTG: Nothing, really.
Me: Are you sure?
MTG: Yes, I just...I just wanted to see you that's all.
Me: Aww..too sweet.
MTG: I just had a hard time sleeping last night and weird dreams and...I guess I just wanted to see you.
Me: I think you're just stressing out.
MTG: I am. Just got the jitters that's all. Don't worry I'm not running.
Me: Well I'd be lying if I didn't say I got the jitters too.
MTG giggle and leans over and kisses my cheek, leaving lipstick lips on me. I reciprocate. (no lipstick though)
MTG: I got the dress.
Me: Which one?
MTG: Pic # 3
Me: Nice. You looked amazing in that one when you tried it on.
MTG: Thanks.
Our lunch comes and we talk more. MTG finally relaxes and I get her to laugh enough to have Diet Coke come from her nose.
MTG: I hate it when you make me laugh when I'm drinking. This always happens.
Me: It's a talent.
MTG: (running her finger over the rim of her glass) You know it's been almost 10 years since we meet each other.
Me: Can you believe it?
MTG: Doesn't seem like that long.
Me: If memory serves me right, it's you that really started talking to me.
MTG: Really?
Me: Yeah when we first worked together, I mean you trained me and stuff and then moved depts, then I didn't see you for a while. Then out of the blue you sent me a message saying, "Can you make me laugh?"
MTG: And you did.
Me: And I did.
MTG: And you have been since.
Me: Try to anyways.
I'm not sure what else to do so I hold MTG's hand in mine. She squeezes it hard and puts her head on my shoulder.
MTG: Do you remember when you first asked me out?
Me: Yeah, you shot me down.
MTG: Well, I said I can't. Not at the time.
Me: I still took it as a no.
MTG: I really meant yes, but I was too afraid to say so.
Me: That information could have been most useful back then.
MTG: I'm sorry.
Me: It's okay, things worked out even better.
MTG: They did.
We finish our lunch and MTG drives me back to work. I go back to my office and the grandma's are going over me.
Pterodactyl Lady: Look! Look! He's got lipstick all over.
Me: Not all over.
Lady that drinks and eats most unhuman: Ahhhhh...what were you up to during lunch?
Me: Oh you know lunch and making out.
OHHHHHHHHH!!! They all say in unison. I can't help but blush. But I didn't rub the lipstick off. That's just for me.
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