It's as good a time as any for this...
Small milestone today: we’re officially one year out from the wedding.
We may not have any idea what the table settings will look like. We still don’t have a firm idea on the sort of entertainment to provide bar what is sure to be a hilarious wedding dance to Dizzee Rascal’s ‘Bonkers’ (lucky for me my future bride doesn’t read this blog). I don’t know what colour suit I’m supposed to wear, though a Flava Flav inspired costume is not out of the questions. But the exciting news is WE STILL HAVE 12 MONTHS TO PLAN, STUFF UP AND PLAN AGAIN! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
The good news is, like most things in life, weddings are an incredible LEARNING opportunity. For example, I know now that:
- Cakes are REALLY expensive, particularly given they don’t really matter (oooo controversial!)
- A car is a car. Dude, I’m proud for you that you have a pink stretch Hummer, but it’s not going to get me to Warragul any quicker than my Honda Accord, and I dare say my turning circle will be smaller too.
- Picking a bridal dance song is a minefield. Nine Inch Nails? Bad. Anything from the Verve back catalogue? You’re getting somewhere.
And now I find out that post-wedding it only gets more confusing.
Still! Onwards and upwards!
Less Than Jake know what the letter B means...
I’ll put this up top: fair to say date “B” didn’t work out entirely as planned. But if nothing else, we managed to keep the B theme going, even if we did sacrifice “bowling” for “back adjustment”…
In keeping with the sporadic nature of our lives, the planning of our dates has been equally random so far, hence a lack of attention to this blog. Apologies all.
However! Tomorrow sees the grand arrival of date B, of which there are literally thousands of possibilities. I never realised how many nice (and naughty) things were possible with the second letter of the alphabet, and I’ve had my work cut out cramming just a few into our schedule.
At the very least it will involve brunch and beverages and hopefully a little bowling thrown in…but let’s see how it plays out.
Thanks to all who voted, a full date report will be on its way after Sunday!
Alright people, time to put the thinking caps on. Time moves a pace. What would make a beautiful, brilliant, bloody ‘bewdy’ of a B date next week? Is watching BACK TO BACK episodes of BEAR GRYLLS while drinking BANANA SMOOTHIES too lame?
Bear Grylls: a beastly man with a B in his name
You always remember your first ‘date’. Me, I think I could call the Year 7 school zoo trip I made with a young lady I was infatuated with at the time as my official first date. Sure, it was public and with a million hangers on, but that just made it more like were two famous people with aides, agents and paparazzi buzzing about us. Plus, we bonded over monkeys, so take that.
So what did you do?
Last night Theresa and I kicked off our Alphabet Dating Series with the letter A. As the gentleman I allowed Theresa to kick this adventure off and pick a start date and can I say, I’ve got a lot to live up to.
Somewhat scary news out of Hong Kong today that McDonalds now offers, wait for it, wedding packages.
Hong Kong will be the first city in the world to roll out McDonald’s nuptial packages for couples starting January 1 next year. The package has all the details to attract a wedding banquet cynic or a Golden Arches obsessive: a baked apple pie wedding cake, dress made out of party balloons, kiddie party favors for guests, and of course, catering by McDonald’s.
I’m actually kind of surprised its taken them this long to cash in on the most special of special days, but I reckon they could have gone further. Happy Meal toys are just begging to be upgraded to bonbonerie status for one, while nothing says ‘professional wedding’ more than matching branded cutlery, table decorations and serviettes. Plus there’s a whole side industry available for printing Hamburgler style invitations.
And fair play to the couple who went for it; hell, if its a sentimental spot for you why wouldn’t you do it there?!
A is for...Grover?
Finally! Progress on the blog and in real life! Date One aka The First Alphabet Date aka THE LETTER A begins TONIGHT ON PAY PER VIEW (not really, but hey, a man can dream). Featuring the following all star line up:
– Asian food! (Possibly Japanese on Sydney Rd, but it may still turn out to be our favourite lil Vietnamese place)
– Apple cider! (Suggestions welcome)
– Arm wrestling! (Clearly as previously posted I am going to be dominated)
Thanks to everyone who voted in the previous A poll. Couldn’t organise to arm-wrestle in the aquarium – apparently my MASSIVE GUNS would scare off patrons/fish – but we’ve compromised on the apple part with the cider.
Pics to come soon!
I just stumbled across StoryCorps, an oral history project recording conversations between ‘real’ people about their lives.
This story, “Danny & Annie”, is relevant to this blog in it’s emotion and love, and genuinely made me cry. I’m not a macho guy, but I don’t usually cry that often. This killed me. Heartfelt, touching and beautiful.
Danny & Annie from StoryCorps on Vimeo.
Brooklynites Danny, an OTB clerk, and Annie, a nurse, remember their life together—from their first date to Danny’s final days with terminal cancer. This remarkable couple personifies the eloquence, grace, and poetry that can be found in the voices of every day people if we take the time to listen. Originally an animation in two parts, here you’ll see a special version that combines both parts of their story
So it turns out I – aherm, I mean we of course – have impeccable taste. Our reception venue, Wild Dog Winery in Warragul, just got named in The Age’s Good Food Guide for 2011. It’s the first time they’ve made the illustrious list, joining hallowed dining halls such as Vue de Monde, Jacques Reymond and MoVida.
I reckon we’ve made a pretty good choice then!
So we’ve been having a bit of a chat about what we’re going to do for our first alphabet date. Being the gentleman that I am, I offered Theresa first dibs at the letter A.
She decided on…arm wrestling.
Men with chest hair have long wrestled with their arms
Oh my god…what have I gotten myself into?