Friday, November 9, 2007

Is the Honeymoon Over Yet!?

I recently got hitched.

And It was truly one of the most beautiful days of my life. Honestly. I will never forget my husband's face (as he desperately tried to hold it together) when I walked down the aisle. Then, standing with him in front of God and pledging my faithfulness to him... (pledging my faith really - because without him in my life, I think faith would have taken a backseat to cynicism and sarcasm a long time ago) was hands-down, the best and most fulfilling moment in my life.

I am still in shock over the fact that I am married to someone as wonderful as him - I just reread that, so, trust me, I do understand how horribly cheesy that sounds - but it's true... there just really aren't better words for the way I feel. Sometimes when I look at him, I just feel overwhelmed because we are together. Our love story is not like all the others, and I will say for now that we did not appear to be destined for each other at first (our grand love saga is a tale for another time). And I believe strongly that the adversity we faced and those moments where I truly believed I had lost him, make my wonderment at our marriage so much stronger than it normally would be. He's mine. I get to keep him and hold him forever. And that, dear readers, makes me the luckiest girl in the whole damn world.

But, in spite of my incredible love for my husband, and in spite of the fact that everything during our big day went reasonably well, I have a confession to make: I am glad it is freaking OVER! Jesus, they sure do drag those things on, don't they? I mean, please don't get me wrong, because I am incredibly grateful that I had such a lovely wedding and all that, but man oh man, would everybody just stop talking about it already!? I'm over it. Really, I would much rather just move on now and not talk about our wedding until our anniversary next year.

I think what bothers me the most is all the reminiscing.... people! It happened like 20 days ago! You don't reminisce about 20 days ago, you reminisce about 20 years ago!

There's a great line from a Ben Folds song that says, "Kids today getting old too fast, they can't wait to grow up so they can kiss some ass. They get nostalgic 'bout the last ten years before the last ten years have passed." TRUE! And not just about kids, about everyone! What is is about weddings that causes everyone to turn into this broken record of, "Remember when?"

Yes, I "Remember when"! Not only was I there, but it was only a couple weeks ago! Argh!

So now, when people say, "Oooh! You just got married!? Ooooooh! Was it the best day of your life!?" I say, "Yep." And then a smile. Conversation over. Truth told. Because I am seriously just tired of talking about it. You may find it ironic since I started a blog (which, historically, can be seen as one of the most self-serving things a person can occupy their time with), but I really am not a fan of talking about myself all that much. Sometimes it's nice, but when it comes to weddings people just expect you to keep talking and talking and talking. I mean that, they ask a simple question like:

Well-meaning stranger or acquaintance: "So SM, where did you get your dress?"

Me (SM): "I got it at Bonnie's Bridal Barn."

Awkward pause as she gazes blankly and expectantly at me...

Me: "Ummm, it was pretty cheap which was good. I'm only going to wear it once after all."

More staring and a little nodding, me having already run out of things to say...

Me: "It was pretty fun. I like dresses. Weddings are blessings from heaven, and, ummm.... so, do you like Survivor? I think it rocks. Todd should totally win, I love bitchy flight attendants."


So, well-meaning friends and family members: Just give me a break, ok? Just a little break so that I don't have to talk about how heart-warming it was when Husband's cousin twice-removed hugged my great-aunt without even knowing her - how sweet! Because it's driving me NUTS!

Phew.... that's better. Onward to more important and fun topics like skincare products and chardonnay! Hoorah!

PS: If I were to create my own magazine it would be about three things: skincare products, chardonnay, and horses. What a publication! :) What would your imaginary magazine be about?


Elaine said...

Oh my God! Remember how I drank way too much white wine at your wedding and proceeded to make my dad pull over on the way home so I could puke my guts out right in front of our old high school? Remember how he had to pull over again in front of the fire stations so I could hurl again?

Ok, no, you don't, but I bet no one has said that to you yet!! :)

All I will say is, your wedding was very, very fun indeed.

Oh, and I know what you are saying! Every wedding I go to now I can't help but think "I'm so glad it's not me anymore!"

midwest princess said...

my publication would be about: crab rangoons, ottomans, and ballet flats.

have i ever told you how much i love ottomans?

those are literally the first three items that I love that popped into my head. i'm weird.

Mircea said...

Good words.