Well! Here we are! Liz and I have realized, slowly at first,
then with greater and greater anxiety (think Indiana Jones, in the
beginning of Raider's of the Lost Ark, as he turns and sees that
huge damn boulder start to inexorably roll down the ramp) that a
wedding isn't so much a joyful event where two people are joined
together in a blessed union for the rest of their lives, but
the biggest test of two people's (and their families') organizational
and planning skills since the pharoahs looked out at the Egyptian
desert and thought "Y'know, a really big pyramid would look
just perfect right there."
This isn't to say we're regretting getting married. No, sir. We're just rethinking having told anyone about it beforehand. ;-) Anyway, in a much-needed attempt to keep our senses of humor about the whole situation, we've created these pages. We're going to drop little stories about the mad frantic situations that come up (and there really seems to be no shortage of them, the more I think about it)
To reflect the two points of view in this thing, you'll be able to tell who is talking by the fonts. Good ole Times Roman is going to be the voice of me, Matt, the beleaguered groom, while Liz's words will all be in an Arial font.
And, without further ado . . .
|Liz's Anecdotes||Matt's Anecdotes|
|The Proposal||Getting the ring (and more)|
|The planning starts early||Tables, not just for HTML anymore|
|Getting the ring|
|Finding a place for the wedding|