just the smell on the summer
I’ve been busy and sometimes sad and the leitmotif of people in my life letting me down continues unabated. But the resume is getting closer to being sent out and we think we’ve found a way to stick around town for another month instead of moving across the country two days after our honeymoon. In what can only been seen as yet more serendipity, someone we know is subletting their place and we can have it for just the month of July, plus move some stuff over in June before we leave for St. Thomas.
We’ll have to move across town but this way we get to be here for birthdays and parties and hanging out in the park and all the pleasures of summer and a little more time with friends. We get to have a more relaxed first month of marriage and we won’t have to fly back for a good friend’s wedding, which will be the final hurrah of our merry little band of friends. I can't think of a nicer way to wrap up my time here than to watch one of the very first friends I made here get married.
Plus I just can't wait to see what their first dance will be, when his tastes run to Tom Waits and Mars Volta and her song suggestions draw from the oeuvres of Lionel Richie and Celine Dion. Hilarity is bound to ensue.
And best of all, after we get back from the honeymoon, we’re going to have a local reception where we invite everyone we know to watch us have our actual legal wedding ceremony and then party like nobody’s business. The prospect of this makes me very, very happy, especially because I’ve been feeling pretty crappy about how low the attendance for the wedding has dropped, including some important people.
On top of that, Husband to Be’s parents want to throw us an informal reception in HtB’s hometown. There’s been much more heartache in wedding planning than I could ever have imagined, so it only seems right and inclusive and not at all excessive to celebrate the occasion three times over.