Surname in Two Syllables
I've put this one off long enough, I think. Here it is.
On June 17, 2006 Matt and I headed off to King Tut's to celebrate our one measley year as an official couple. I don't know if it was the animatronic deer on the wall singing "Friends in Low Places", Mo's rubber chicken to-go gag, or the apron with exposed breasts Mo put on Matt, but we looked at each other over "#1 Greek Salad Knoxville, Tennessee" and we knew. We took turns asking the question, we stayed in our chairs. There was champagne. I picked out the ring a week later.
We're getting married in 465 days. Give or take.
I know word travels pretty fast, but there might be someone out there in blogland who hasn't heard just yet. So there you go. If I failed to tell you to your face, or your voice, or at least your personal e-mail, I apologize. Telling three sets of parents individually almost did me in, but now that's done, and no one cried or threatened disownership. I'd say everyone was quite pleased.
So onto the the planning. We're working on some radical ideas so hold onto your asses.
And yes, my feelings on feminism and equal rights aside, I will be dropping my last name like it's hot. Every girl dreams about her wedding day, I dream about the day my last name will no longer evoke male genitalia in the plural. Fo' real.
Also congrats to Tolsun, who bagged himself a real nice girl with excellent taste in blog templates. They will beat us to the aisle by quite a bit.