At my bachelorette party, my friends had Eric record answers to a bunch of questions, which I also had to answer, then we checked to see if our answers matched up.
First question: WHAT IS YOUR “PET NAME” FOR ERIC?
Me: “Oh, well. I usually just call him ‘Babe,’ but I also sometimes refer to him as my Corgi. My little Corgi. [confused friends faces] You know, because he’s really excitable and has short little legs!”
Eric (on video) “Just ‘Babe.'”
As anyone with anxiety can imagine, the decision-making aspect of wedding planning has been a challenge.
A friend of ours, Shaun, is designing a wedding trinket for us and using our wedding hashtag, #cleareyesfullheartstwojews on the design (If you don’t watch Friday Night Lights, and don’t know we are The Taylors, then there is nothing I can do to help you understand or appreciate this hashtag. I’m sorry.)
Shaun also runs his own business. While designing our trinket, he was simultaneously emailing a potential new client. In this email, he meant to cut and paste a standard questionnaire that goes out to all potential new clients.
Instead, he accidentally cut and pasted our hashtag, and hit send before realizing.
Literally wrote:
-Shaun
The client signed.
Eric and I went out to dinner last night to toast the 1-month countdown to our wedding, and he arrived before me….
I get into the elevator with my headphones on, reading an email on my phone. An older man gets into the elevator with me. After a few seconds riding in silence…
Man: “So, I hear you like sauvignon blanc?”
Me (pulling out my headphones): “I’m sorry, what was that?”
Man: “You like sauvignon blanc. Especially from New Zealand.”
Me (nervously laughing): “That is correct…”
Man: “David [who I assume is another neighbor] spoke with your husband-to-be. Nice guy! Eric, right?
Me: “That’s right…”
Man: “And you’re getting married this summer, congratulations!”
Me: “Thank you so much! We’re pretty excited.”
Man: “But yeah, you two should join us for our wine parties. David and I are both big collectors.”
Me: “Yes, that would be lovely! We’re great at drinking wine!”
Man (as we reach lobby): “Ok great, so now we know each other. We don’t have to be silent on our phones in the elevator and hallways. We can have a conversation when we see each other. Isn’t that nice?”
Me (laughing): “You know what? It really is nice!”
This is literally my worst nightmare.
Eric got one of his very frequent toe cramps and had to stop mid-gait.
Me: “I hope you don’t get one of those when you’re walking down the aisle.”
Eric: “I don’t walk down the aisle. YOU walk down the aisle.”
Me: “So do you!”
Eric: “No.”
Me: “I don’t know if you’re serious.”
Eric: “Do I walk down the aisle?”
Me: (disbelieving stare)
Eric: “No, I don’t walk down the aisle. I just stand there. Up at the thing. I stand there.”
Me: “HOW DO YOU THINK YOU GET THERE?!”
Eric: 
Our wedding officiants (friends of ours) are working together to plan our ceremony, and sent this initial email just to touch base on the basics:
My response:
Eric’s response:
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Tutoring an 8th grader….
Me: “So I have a little treat for you. My bridal shower was this weekend and I have all these leftover cookies– would you like one?”
Kid: “Oh my god, you’re getting married?!”
Me: “Yes! In June.”
Kid: “Aw yay! You’re getting married! I really couldn’t figure out WHAT your deal was.”
Eric made this fabulous video for me to project at the bridal shower. Unfortunately, the media at the restaurant was not working properly, but it deserves to be seen– so what better forum than here?!
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