What have we gotten ourselves into?

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Man, I’m getting overwhelmed by this wedding stuff already. Delia’s right, I had no idea how much work or money goes into one of these deals.

At first we give ourselves a year. Inspired by our trip last year up to the Russian River, Delia comes up with a plan so rustic and idyllic. She instantly scopes out am amazing forested venue in Sonoma County for the wedding and is well on the way to arranging a ceremony in canoes on the river. Sounds great to me—I can really get behind a big camping trip. Couldn’t think of a better idea if I tried.

Then due to certain biological (certainly not economic) reasons, the time is cut in half and a reluctant expert gives me a crash course in making a wedding. She keeps reminding me that I have no idea what it takes. I just smile and try to keep up.

We decide that a celebration closer to home would be more practical. Before I can blink, Delia comes up with another brilliant idea of getting everyone on bicycles, having a ceremony over looking the ocean as the sun sets in the West. With a few phone calls she secures a historic local venue for the reception and we are on our way to an equally wonderful Plan B.

Thus began the most intense treasure hunt two partners can embark on. Places to go, things to do in a certain order: Shopping for fabric, fittings, venues, bike rentals, hotels, making the list (oy, the list!), getting the invitations out in time to get the RSVPs in time, catering, permits, insurance, cake, wine, beers, music etc. I’m so glad Delia knows what she’s doing. Even when she vetoes my vetoes—it’s for the best.

Yes, there is a baby pushing all this frantic activity from the spirit world (or so we’ve been told by an expert in such matters). Before baby though, Delia wants a marriage, and I want a big wedding so we can assemble nearly every one we love in one place and celebrate life. We decide we can have it all. I’ll get us health insurance through my corporate gig. We’ll have a grand wedding and take a four-week trip to India as our honeymoon. Then D will get preggers, graduate with her second graduate degree and, as soon as he’s ready, we manifest Baby Quetzalcoatl: the bringer of the age of transformation—who will catalyze a higher level of consciousness for humanity, banish the alien reptilian-hybrid scourge secretly living as humans among us, and teach us how to heal this awesome planetary being of which we are mere cells: our mother Gaia.

OK, wedding blog—check. What’s next?

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