The Story of Us
Okay, so what follows is not really the Story of Us so much as a photographic Cliff's Notes version that was poorly edited and then chewed into scraps by wild dogs, but it's better than nothing (much better; I rather like it), and I really wanted to have something up here to welcome any new readers coming by way of A Practical Wedding today.
(Remember how I met Meg at the Mighty Summit and I was all "I'd like to get married," and then she was all "I can help you with that," and then Helen Jane was all "Finally!" and then Maggie was all "We need an online workspace to make this happen, people," and then I was all, "Um, okay, thank you"? Well, things have transpired such that tonight we're having the ladies over for Scotch and weddin' talk, so gird your girdles, girlies, because it's about to get plan-tastic around here. All wedding! All the time! I said "CREAM," not "WHITE," you IMBECILES! It's my special daaaaaaaay!!!!! (Except, yeah, not so much. I'm more likely to hem and haw and delegate the decisionmaking to someone else and then wake up in the night mumbling something about being chased by angry color schemes, nipping at my heels and (sea)foaming at the mouth.))
Anyhoo, what I've prepared for you today is a little slideshow recording bits and pieces of Simon and me from an indeterminate past up until the present. (I didn't have any photos from before 2008 on this computer, although I did manage to steal from Flickr the first extant photo of us together--the one with me sporting short hair and Simon holding a purple lolly--from July 2004. Look how much fun we're having! You'd never know that I had just broken off an engagement and he was still married!)
The slideshow is an incomplete and imperfect representation of our relationship (and perhaps that's best, as we have an incomplete and imperfect relationship), and although the photos I chose don't say as much about us as they could (for instance: we started a tradition of wrapping our Thanksgiving turkey with bacon, and this seems important), at least the plethora of long-arm selfies will enable you to recognize us if you see us on the street. And besides, the best stuff is all in there: he rips up the dance floor at weddings, I like junk food, he's in a band, I wear sunglasses a lot, he used to do triathlons (until he screwed up his back doing one from Alcatraz (wearing a Spice Girls sweatband)), and I have been and always will be a champion sleeper-inner. Oh, and we had (have! still!) a kid. He's almost two and super swell. We also have a pair of cats, whom we tend to love less when they get shouty at 5 a.m., which may sound cruel but is only fair because the same goes for the toddler.
I'm blabber-blubbering. (I do that.) Let's just see the slideshow already, hey?
(One note: You think it's going to be quiet, but it's not. Don't turn your speakers up too loud.)
(The music is John Doe's "The Golden State" with Eddie Vedder and Corin Tucker, which I heard on the radio for the first time yesterday and was all yessssssss.)
If you want more, here's how I introduced Simon to my Internets, five years ago last month. Here's a podcast in which we told an April Fool's version of how we met. Here's me overthinking the prospect of even having a wedding at all. Here's our engagement, in two parts. Other important links are on my About page, and I should apologize now that I don't have a good navigation system in place here, so scanning the archives is a little on the excruciatingly laborious side. None of that matters, though. What matters is that I'm in love with a wonderful guy and we're finally (finally!) getting married (married!)! I'm so glad you could join us.
Oh, and our names aren't really Simon and Leah. You have a lot to learn.Previous Next