It’s nice day for a white… you know the rest.
Which of course has little to do with anything. This entry, in honor of, among other things, a six-yer anniversary, is all about unconnected things that on the face of it have little to do with anything. So let’s get on with it.
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.
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.
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.
I’m going to write something pretty reflective right now. It’s Sunday morning, it’s gorgeous out, Dana and I have an appointment with the florist for the wedding, and my life feels unmistakably like it’s about to transition, in a lot and very big ways.
It’s about 10:30 on a Wednesday morning, and I’m sitting on my couch in shorts and a t-shirt. In about an hour I’m going to pick up Dana and we’re going to a Giants game on her company’s dime. So it’s a good day. Not that I don’t have a million things to do, mind […]