If every vampire who said he was at the crucifixion was actually there, it would have been like Woodstock.

Spike ,'Same Time, Same Place'


Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


Strix - Aug 01, 2010 9:30:21 am PDT #27164 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

Ok, dollface. Just hope you get home and tucked into a nice, cool bed with a soothing mug of tea. I send you one through the interpipes!


DCJensen - Aug 01, 2010 9:35:46 am PDT #27165 of 30000
All is well that ends in pizza.

I'm just jumping in to relate this:

At work we get calls form all sorts of restaurants, and some have unique caller IDs.

I often get this one:

KY FRIED CHICKEN

I blame you people for me reading that as something other than "Kentucky"


Nora Deirdre - Aug 01, 2010 11:26:52 am PDT #27166 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

It looks like we are going to Cape Cod next weekend to look at one possible elopement site and Vermont the following weekend to look at 2 more. Squee!

Whoo-hoo, research!

Happy birthday, Shir.

Just talked to my grandma (she is in the hospital/nursing home after a heart problem I found out like a week after it happened) and she sounds so tired and frail.

I am feeling so weird right now about my marriage.

I'm blue.

Continued much ~ma to Teppy and the Boy (and his family) as well as the Girl's dad.

It sounds like elopements now are what small weddings used to be, but you have to call it an elopement so you can get away with a small wedding.

Heh- we'd decided quite emphatically that no one be invited because a small wedding disguised as an elopement would quickly turn into a nightmare otherwise.


Typo Boy - Aug 01, 2010 11:41:45 am PDT #27167 of 30000
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.

Heh- we'd decided quite emphatically that no one be invited because a small wedding disguised as an elopement would quickly turn into a nightmare otherwise

Hmm wonder if that applies to this elopement. Either way it seems to me that separating the legal stuff and the wedding trip might make things easier. That is fill out the paperwork and get married by a JP or local judge. You may need one or two witnesses depending on state, and can draft friends for that.

Then you can book a B&B without worrying about having them arrange a JP as part of deal. Most B&Bs can do cake, and if you want a ceremony, since you will already be legally married you won't have to get someone with special authority to do that. For example, I don't think ship captains actually have authority to marry people, but if you are already legally married it might be awesome to find a ships captain to perform a ceremony. Or whatever you find awesome. (I know Nora's elopement is past tense.)


Laura - Aug 01, 2010 11:47:08 am PDT #27168 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.

{{Nora}} Transitions are always tough with the roller coaster emotions on top of all the work involved in moving. Always a tough time. Having moved a bunch of times, and having been married a whole bunch also, please know you can always drop me a note if you want a shoulder or ear.

My friend June is up visiting from RI. We actually got some kayaking in today. Crazy weather. It was in the low 40s overnight then near 80 today. [link] We got some pics taken too.


Nora Deirdre - Aug 01, 2010 11:47:28 am PDT #27169 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

Then it seems to me that separating the legal stuff and the wedding trip might make things easier.

Eh, it was plenty easy enough. checked in, got directed to the town hall for marriage stuff, had a nice day and dinner, next day. got up, went to spa, back to B&B, got dressed, took pictures, met eleventy year old retired economist JP, got married!

Followed by 3 days of hanging out in Vermont in October eating cheese and drinking beer. And maple syrup.

My mom and grandmother and various cousins and aunts would have pitched a fit if we had a couple friends there at the ceremony. It was only about 10 minutes, anyway.

Out theory was, we didn't actually care about having a wedding, we just wanted to be married. In a place with plenty of beer and cheese and maple syrup!


Nora Deirdre - Aug 01, 2010 11:47:59 am PDT #27170 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

Thanks, Laura.


Connie Neil - Aug 01, 2010 11:57:39 am PDT #27171 of 30000
brillig

we didn't actually care about having a wedding, we just wanted to be married.

That sounds like Hubby and me. Our ceremony was kind of half-assed, so I wanted to just go to a judge (if I couldn't have a shindig), but Hubby's first marriage was a sneak off to the judge, so his mother threatened much mayhem if we didn't do a "proper" ceremony. About all that can be said for the whole event is that it was legal.


sj - Aug 01, 2010 12:05:37 pm PDT #27172 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

TCG came home with a bottle of prosecco to celebrate one step closer to getting married. Yup, definitely found the right guy.

Heh- we'd decided quite emphatically that no one be invited because a small wedding disguised as an elopement would quickly turn into a nightmare otherwise.

That is us too. We were discussing last night how quickly just inviting the parents could turn into 20 people coming.

{{{Nora}}} I hope things are feeling better for you soon.


Beverly - Aug 01, 2010 12:20:18 pm PDT #27173 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

We were staring down the barrel of a year's separation for his training in wartime, with an active posting after that and an uncertain outcome. We got tired of waiting for his parents to progress beyond icily polite to my face and scathing and insulting in a language I didn't speak in my hearing.

My folks lent us their car. And made us a present of the money they'd set aside for my wedding.

It was wonderful just being alone together before that separation, and not having to plan something for the future, shoehorning a ceremony and honeymoon in between his training and school after being separated for months.