My siblings sent us a lovely wine fridge as an engagement gift, which arrived today.
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This is Why We Work
Eric and I have been emailing with the wedding photographer in order to schedule our “Engagement Photo Shoot” (Yes. We know this should have been done months ago. SHUT UP.). We honestly didn’t even really want to do this shoot, as the whole concept doesn’t seem very “us.” But it’s included in the package, and we are unwilling to waste a dime, so we are going to do it– but we want it done OUR way.
So we emailed the photographer requesting that the shoot be of the two of us doing “everyday activities.” She responded saying that sounded like a great idea– and suggested a day at the zoo.
Eric was having none of that shit.
He emailed this back:
Perfectly Normal, Appropriate, and Classy Statement to go on a Wedding Website
Most people just write 2 or 3 words, like “Cocktail Attire” or “Black Tie Optional,” but I thought I’d do us all a favor and leave no room for questions or confusion.
Food Holder?
That moment when you know so little about cooking that you have to google image search the kitchen-related engagement gift someone sent you so that you call it the right thing in the thank you note.
Way To Make Me Look Cool
One of the musicians who will be playing at our wedding ceremony/reception emailed to ask us our favorite artists, in order to get a sense of what he should play during the cocktail hour. Here was Eric’s response.
It’s going to be a weird wedding.
A Little About Myself
I got a referral for a wedding hair stylist and gave her a call…
Stylist: “So tell me a little about yourself.”
Me: “I am a sweaty, frizzy-haired Jew. I have lots of anxiety. I feel prettiest when I wear my hair down, but, due to my aforementioned sweat problem, that might not be an option for the wedding. But the idea of wearing my hair up is giving me anxiety, because I never wear my hair up for special occasions. And now I’m starting to sweat just thinking about it.”
Stylist: (laughs) “Ok…”
Me: “Sorry, was that not the information you were looking for?”
Stylist: “Well most people start by telling me their name.”
Eric E. Taylor
My mom emailed to ask about our preference for the wording on our wedding invitation, and in doing so realized she didn’t know Eric’s middle name. So we filled her in, and honestly prayed the invitations would be sent this way.
Unfortunately, Charla isn’t falling for any shit these days.
She’s Still Talking
(Continuation of I’m sorry– who are you? )
Cleaning lady: “On your wedding day you are going to look like a princess. I can see it now. Just like a princess in the Disney movies, with the big hair and the big dress and the long, long veil. Everything big and sparkling like a princess.”
Literally the worst thing you could say to me.
I’m Sorry– Who are you?
Cleaning lady (seeing my wedding dress hanging over the door, just as Eric leaves to go to the gym): “Are you two newlyweds?”
Me: “No, not yet! Engaged. We’re getting married in June.”
Cleaning lady: “Congratulations! It’s good that you live together first.”
Me: “Yeah we’ve been living together since April.”
Cleaning lady: “Of LAST year?”
Me: “April 2016. So for about 7 months.”
Cleaning lady: “And you’re sure that you want to marry him?”
Me (laughing): “Yes!”
Cleaning lady: “You must be very sure.”
Me: “I am sure!”
Cleaning lady: “April is not that long.”
What is happening right now.
Like all Brides
The problem with my wedding dress hanging on a door in our compact apartment for the next few months is that given Eric’s newfound meat-dehydrating hobby, there is a 99% chance the dress, and therefore I, will smell like beef jerky on our wedding day.
“I would only love you more.” — Eric
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