Well. At least THAT'S done with

So my many legions of fans have been knocking down my door screaming for more bloggity blog. While in the lead up to the wedding and it's aftermath (also known as a honeymoon), I was in no real shape to write anything even remotely entertaining. Unless you consider my slow disintegration into a babbling, drooling mess entertaining. (And yes, I know that most of you would be perfectly entertained by this. And I love you for it.)

So. The wedding. It's a weird thing being at your own wedding. There's really no way to prepare for it I guess, but it was still not like anything I expected. I was never really nervous, never had cold feet or anything like that. I was ready for a beer by the time we got mid way through the picture taking, but that's about it. Once we got to the reception it was really nothing but fun.

The only problem for me was that I didn't get a chance to hang out with some people as much as I wanted to. I didn't particularly feel like there was anyone I didn't see though. (Except the wifey. I couldn't keep up with her if my life depended on it. Everytime I almost caught up with her, someone would start talking to me, and I'd look up and she was on the other side of the room again. A lesser man than myself might have started to get a complex.)

People talk about how they can't remember things about their wedding, that it happened too fast. For me, that really wasn't the case. Things certainly weren't going by too quickly. Actually, it sometimes seemed like time wasn't moving at all. I'd like down at my phone for a time check, and it would be five minutes after the last time I checked, instead of the hours it felt like. When people started leaving, and it was time to go back to the hotel, it felt like about the right time.

As far as remembering things, I have plenty of vivid memories. (Some are a little too vivid, like John's vest/tie combo back at the hotel, followed by several tie/skin combos exhibited by several people. I think I just threw up in my mouth.)

But to be honest, almost all of the stress leading up to the wedding was worth it. We had a great time, and it seemed like everybody else did too. Thank god, because we thought that we had the real potential for a fuck show at a couple different points.

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I'll write about the honeymoon another time. Let's just say that couples only/ all-inclusive is a great thing. Waiting for lines at Customs/Security/Check-in on the way back? Not as great of a thing.

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So I'm back. Am I better than ever? Doubt it. Am I about the same? That's what it feels like to me right now, but I'm only in my second day back on the job. I still haven't adjusted to the ring on my finger, but the married part of it seems about the same. I still don't get to make any of my own decisions, and it's yet to be seen if God loves us anymore now that we are no longer living in sin. The wifey seems to be adapting to the new last name just fine, and no, we aren't becoming baby factories yet.