Marrying

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So it happened and here I am. I keep looking at my hands. Sure there’s a ring on one of the fingers, but nothing else seems different. I was sure that as soon as I proclaimed that I indeed “do”, wrinkles would rush across my face, a pipe would fall in my mouth and I would find myself in the garden, reading a newspaper on a Sunday morning. I was to be ushered into mortgage paying adulthood.

Instead, it’s the butt-crack of dawn and my wife and me are drunkenly trying to sneak into our apartment (so as to not wake the room-mate). We’ve been drinking, smoking, karaoking & Rockbanding. On our adventure Rachel partook in a 40oz. & Clamato, while I snuck rum into the Pepsii purchased at the bar.

I’m still not sure, but I think everything’s going to be just fine.

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Nothing like organizing a seating arrangement to rehash who gets along with who. It all seems simple enough. You have an 8 foot table and you sit four people on each side. Woe to the person who walks into this nonsense with such a cheery disposition.

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Yesterday I go down to the courthouse to let the law know my intentions towards this little lady.  Nothing much of interest except the lines are filled with the exact type of person you see at the Wallmart returns counter.  Oh, and I think two gay couples got married while I was there (Go Cal).  The truly bizarre thing however, is the booklet shown above that was included in our paperwork.  Since this whole adventure started, I’ve received pamphlets on all sorts of things that I will probably never deal with, but it really throws me that ‘THE MAN’ would be giving out info on planned parenting & Gonorrhea.  Not that I’m not thankful, but I think the book may be a tad out of date.  Just look at the pictures inside. (more…)

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Much to my surprise, our glorious leader’s financial ‘boost’ was not enough to completely pay for the entire wedding. I think old Shub is barely gonna help us with the faux-metalic plastic utensilry. After some thought I decided that since politics wouldn’t foot the bill, I would just resort to science. You are looking at one of the newest victim subjects, of a case study by California Clinical Trials. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I’ve become a guinea pig for love. While I can’t say much about the study itself, I can assure you it had absolutely nothing to do with sex (Thanks allot loveline). I just finished the study a week ago and received the check today. All I had to do was stay overnight once and let them rub Vaseline all over my hair. The trial now being over and the convulsions generally subsiding, I can get back to wandering around downtown and buying scores of paper plates. Now maybe we can go all out and get a DJ, instead of asking my cousin with the audio system in the garage that smells like weed at all times of day.

So the wedding invitations went out this weekend. I did most of the designing and Rachel did much of the photography. As you can see we went a little bit untraditional. We wanted to make the whole thing allot more personal and at the same time show a bit of cultural nostalgia. I think we managed to get exactly what we wanted. Considering what we we’re expecting to pay, $40 at OfficeMax was very very affordable. (more…)