I am getting married. Me. To Smyrish. I know, I can't really believe it either.
The girl who has always had a hate on for weddings, is having one. And I am ecstatic.
How did it happen you ask? Well, in short.........
I was surprised, to say the least, when Smyrish took me aside this past weekend, during our annual group camping trip, and we started talking about us, and how great we are together, and the conversation turned to "let's get married". I wasn't sure at first, due to my wedding phobia, but as we talked, it just started to feel like it was the right thing to do.
We were standing in the bush, at my favorite place in the world, around a campfire under the stars. I figured anyone who wants to marry a girl wearing mustard-covered sweat pants and smells like booze and bug spray, has to be a keeper. Plus, he's handy around the house, and treats me like a princess. He's a super duper awesome fella.
How could I say no? I couldn't. As I said yes, I looked over, and saw that a baby deer had been standing right beside us, witnessing our decision, the entire time. I figure, if nature is okay with us, then I made the right decision.
Smyrish ran and announced it to our fellow campers, and we all yelled and hugged and drank our faces off for the rest of the night. It was a great moment, a great night, and a great weekend all around.
Showing posts with label romance. Show all posts
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Jul 2, 2008
Nov 9, 2007
(Drunk) Hopeless Romantic, Continued.
Okay, so I watched Reality Bites, instead of Breakfast at Tiffany's. But it was on the TV, and I don't know how to hook up my DVD player. The boy was going to, before he went out, but then he didn't go, and it didn't get done.
It was like the TV knew that I needed to watch that movie tonight, that I needed my Generation-X-I-wish-I-had- a-Troy-Dire, fix. That movie is like a drug to me.
It was a good night. Two hour candle-lit bath, with wine and cigarette, followed by a quick supper with Smyrish,followed by Reality Bites, followed by a few minutes of Taxi Driver, followed by me almost winning a million bucks on Don't Forget The Lyrics, if only the contestant had some balls to sing the last song.
And here I am. I got called into work for tomorrow morning (my day off!), I'm half-cut and I haven't left my bed, and still, all I can think about is how lucky those ladies in the old movies are.
I should go to bed, but I don't want to sleep, yet.
(Most romantic song ever.)
It was like the TV knew that I needed to watch that movie tonight, that I needed my Generation-X-I-wish-I-had- a-Troy-Dire, fix. That movie is like a drug to me.
It was a good night. Two hour candle-lit bath, with wine and cigarette, followed by a quick supper with Smyrish,followed by Reality Bites, followed by a few minutes of Taxi Driver, followed by me almost winning a million bucks on Don't Forget The Lyrics, if only the contestant had some balls to sing the last song.
And here I am. I got called into work for tomorrow morning (my day off!), I'm half-cut and I haven't left my bed, and still, all I can think about is how lucky those ladies in the old movies are.
I should go to bed, but I don't want to sleep, yet.
(Most romantic song ever.)
Hopeless Romantic
I don't know how many times in my life I have been told that I watch too many old movies, when the conversation turns to relationships and romance. Probably a thousand. Funny how it is always a male friend who makes that comment.
I was told that the other day as well, whilst sitting at The Pub with friends, when I piped up and said there was nothing wrong with someone expecting romance and passion and drama in their love life. It didn't make them illogical, or flaky, that's the way it should be, or so I think.
I sometimes wonder though, if maybe, as people get older, and want to settle down, they maybe don't think of those things. Maybe passion and drama and big, big love get pushed to the side. They want to find someone they can tolerate, and who can tolerate them. You need to decide if you want kids, and how you will raise them together. There are bills to pay, and mouths to feed, and Grey's Anatomy is on at 8pm.
True romance is hard. It means there are going to be bumps in the road, arguments and tears, but you crawl over those bumps, because you know that kisses and hugs and adventure and laughter and hot make-up sex, are on the other side.
And on that note, I think I'm going to pour a glass of wine, light some candles, and have a bath, followed by a night of watching Breakfast at Tiffany's and Dirty Dancing. Because sometimes, you've had a long day, and you just need to romance yourself. ;)
I was told that the other day as well, whilst sitting at The Pub with friends, when I piped up and said there was nothing wrong with someone expecting romance and passion and drama in their love life. It didn't make them illogical, or flaky, that's the way it should be, or so I think.
I sometimes wonder though, if maybe, as people get older, and want to settle down, they maybe don't think of those things. Maybe passion and drama and big, big love get pushed to the side. They want to find someone they can tolerate, and who can tolerate them. You need to decide if you want kids, and how you will raise them together. There are bills to pay, and mouths to feed, and Grey's Anatomy is on at 8pm.
True romance is hard. It means there are going to be bumps in the road, arguments and tears, but you crawl over those bumps, because you know that kisses and hugs and adventure and laughter and hot make-up sex, are on the other side.
And on that note, I think I'm going to pour a glass of wine, light some candles, and have a bath, followed by a night of watching Breakfast at Tiffany's and Dirty Dancing. Because sometimes, you've had a long day, and you just need to romance yourself. ;)
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