One of the girls in my office is getting married. We passed around a card to say congratulations, and then we all looked at her ring. It was fun.
She stopped by my desk today to ask how much design experience I have. I admit to having "some," and so she fills me in on her secret plan.
Apparently the reception place, some music hall in Massachusetts, has a website. A website she really dislikes. So she is trying to see if they will let her redesign the website in exchange for a discount on renting the place out. If I did the work with her, she would give me a cut of what she saved.
"Oh, how frugal!" I hear you exclaim. But no. The reason for all this? Apparently, she does not want guests to go to this music-hall-website for directions and see anything ugly. She wants it pretty, like her wedding.
Sometimes, I am even more grateful than usual that I ended up liking the boys. Here is a short, incomplete list of the benefits that immediately spring to mind:
1) Far fewer worries about pregnancy.
2) Sharing clothes with significant others.
3) Better (in general, I admit, so please refrain from lambasting me for my stereotyping) fashion sense than straight boys.
4) Gay boys are way easy!
and
5) No panicking and overplanning and weird cultural pressure to put up the "perfect wedding."
Good GRAVY, dealing with the periphery of my not-even-that-stressed-out-sister's wedding a few years ago taught me that I never, ever, ever want to be part of one of those but-I-want-a-golden-goose-egg-and-a-bean-feast-so-give-it-to-me-NOW kind of nuptial ceremonies. Gimme something fun with our friends and a bunch of wine and some cake and maybe some paper plates. Maybe on a beach somewhere. Maybe on a white sand beach. I could probably import a bunch of white sand from somewhere, and make my own white sand beach, you know, for my wedding. And all of the guests have to wear matching outfits, so they all look right and nobody clashes in my photos. (I can send out diagrams of what each person should wear if that helps them plan -- as a matter of fact, why don't I just start with that?) And everyone has to have responded at least 2 months in advance with what they want to eat for dinner, and no changing your mind either, because I only have what everyone already said they wanted and if they change their mind everything will be ruined because then someone else won't get what they ordered already, nd the temperature on the beach has to be between 75 and 78 degrees so I don't get sweaty, and I only want actual tulips actually imported directly from Holland, and I can have little bottles of bubbles hand-decorated with each guest's name and tied with a single strand of silver wire and --