mythical august has arrived!

First off, the wedding was spectacular. It was at terns beautiful, sentimental, silly, deeply romantic, spiritual, and a helluva lot of fun. It still astounds me how much work other people put into making something so beautiful for me and Dana. The insecure little kid who lives in my head is surprised that people actually like him. Go figure.

epilogue: the long Buddhist rant gets married

When I was a kid, you used to be able to buy little charms of a heart broken in two. The idea was that you’d keep half and whoever your girlfriend was that week would keep the other half. They still sell those, right? It’s been a while since I’ve been to one of those mall-stores where you can get your ears pierced and buy a lot of crappy sterling silver jewelry and hair scrunchies.

wedding garbage

Time is playing with me all sorts of funny. (You read that right. All sorts of funny.) I feel like the last few months have flown by, like I’ve not been able to keep up. It’s all going so fast. And then, this week, it feels like time. Is. Dragging. I can’t stand it. I have only one reasonable explanation for time’s sudden shift into neutral: the wedding is but a short sixteen days away. Since July 1st hit, the wedding has seemed nothing but Imminent (I’m getting married — this month!) and I’m excited as hell. And when you’re waiting for something, and excited as hell, time stops.

mythical august

Now that the wedding is so close, everything feels like it’s taking a back seat. I’m having a harder and harder time keeping my mind on the here and now and all my many many pet projects. And I find myself feeing very reluctant to make any plans until August. Now that I think about it, August feels like this great empty space. Between now and then, so much (all good stuff to be sure), and then August, this great unscheduled mass.