I thought I would write about the first time I had deja-vu, but I don't remember it.
I've written about the first time I drove a car. For a Spin, no less.
Man, Tulpen has stumped me on this one.
Oh, wait! I could write about my first wedding!
Yes, I had too. (I purposely spelled it that way to poke at John and his grammar police ways. Aren't we just meant for each other?)
I'm taking you back to October of 2001...
Sitting in the living room of my parents' best friends after a meal with them and my parents, a common Saturday night event when we were living in the area, hey, don't knock it, they kicked ass at dominoes and their topics made John and me wonder why OUR friends weren't that funny , we were talking about our upcoming wedding which was still over 10 months away. John was halfheartedly listening in as he maneuvered back and forth between the women's conversation and the men's, joining in enough to make the appropriate sounds that, yes, it still felt like forever to go, and having been engaged for over a year made it seem like we were in matrimonial purgatory.
My mother and Roni discussed the plans, the decorations, the visions we all had for how the ceremony and reception would play out. Even our theme, "Twilight in the Garden", picked long before Stephanie Myers made Websters add another definition to the word, was dissected, as I sat on the floor, my torso nestled between John's legs.
Lamenting about the fact that I just wanted to get the wedding over and done with, this planner was planned out, I came out with, "I wish we would just elope. Get married now."
Roni burst out laughing before calling my bluff. "Why don't you?"
I stared at her. My mom stared at her. And call off the huge extravaganza that we had already sunk so much money into? Was she nuts?
Well, yes, but in a loving way. (Everyone needs a Roni in their life. In fact, you probably have one. If you are close to a woman who is a no nonsense, take charge kind of a lady who loves everyone, but won't take your crap, you have a Roni.) "Roni, what about-"
"Elope now! Keep the wedding going for next September, but do yourselves the favor and get the marriage thing over and done with now."
I looked up to John, who had now rejoined the topic at hand. He was interested. So was I.
I had never wanted the big wedding. I would have preferred something small, but with our families, (we both come from very big extended families) our guest list was over 100 before we even considered the friends portion. Without even trying, we were looking at and saving for a big shebang.
It was stressing us out.
"So, just run off to the town hall and do it?"
"Oh, no!" my mother interjected, "I better be there."
"Mom, of course, but... What if we do it at your house?"
Her eyes lifted.
Roni took over, "yeah, there's plenty of room there for just the immediate family and a handful of friends. Put some noshes on the table, call a justice of the peace, and done."
For some reason, it just made sense. It took the entire serious aspect off the big wedding and turned it into one big party. And John and I were all for that.
So, November 16, 2001, on a Friday evening, we invited twenty people over to my parents' home for a relaxing get together, most of them unaware of our plans until the notary arrived and we took our places in the family room to exchange vows. The bride wore black. The groom wore shorts. After the "I do's", I was sent out on a Starbucks run. You know, your run of the mill wedding scenario.
Ten months later, dressed to the nine's, we renewed our vows in front of 150 people, a minority of whom was actually in on our secret.
And we had the espressos brought in to the reception..
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Next week's Spin Assignment: Old Wive's Tales
I didn't get this idea until Wednesday night when I was having a marathon catch-up call with my dear friend whose name I cannot mention as she does read this blog, and even though she knows I'm doing this, we're just covering bases here.
Anyway, she's pregnant with her second (yes, a baby, no, not a puppy) and was mentioning to me all the statements her relatives would give her while pregnant with the first, and now currently.
"You need to choose a name for the baby before it's born, or it will have eye problems." I had to laugh at this one. I'm not sure if it was eye or ear problems or even behavioral, I was giggling so loudly she had to repeat herself a few times.
"You can't have a baby until you read the newspaper." Does CNN.Com count?
"Kids should stay home until kindergarten. Putting your child in preschool will make him a bully." (We're currently in the process of changing Sprite's moniker to "Spike" just to get her ready for her imminent status.)
Oh, she went on with some gems, but I interrupted her to ask if I could use them in the Spin Cycle, because I've grown up with some strange rules myself, only to have these beliefs de-bunked later on, like when I swallowed a cherry pit when I was six and my mom teased me that a plant would now grow in my stomach. I remember a solid week of opening my mouth to see as far into my throat as possible to spot a stalk of green.
What tales were you subjected to?
"If you cross your eyes and someone hits your back, they'll stick that way."
"Swallowing your gum means it will stay in your stomach for 7 years."
"If you eat too much of that, you'll turn into one."
Spin it up and have it in by next Friday!