Most of the wedding planning at this point is complete. The only things left are things like the bachelor/bachelorette parties and finalizing the cake. We crashed a wedding at the reception place to see everything in action and taste the food so we could refine the menu to our liking. The big thing I got done last week was finalizing the tuxedos. My mom had called me and wanted to make sure my dad could go with me, which was fine. I called him on my way home one Tuesday night and had him meet me at the tux place by my house. We met at 7 and were both measured by 7:15. I did not leave until 8:15. I have no idea what took the guy so long to enter everything into the computer. I only filled out one page of information. Maybe he was recreating the entire form in MS Paint, I have no idea. I did not take very long picking anything out, so the problem remains a mystery. Once I left I had what I needed and went home. Changing the vest color on my tux was not a problem. Getting them shipped to a different tux place location was, but fortunately the guy who originally helped me was able to get the job done.
Another box checking event was a few weeks ago when we went to a seminar called Day of the Engaged. We’re getting married in a Catholic church, and the rules are you have to attend one of their prep events, and the DotE was the most efficient and cheapest. People were telling me horror stories about the seminars they went to in the past, but I was keeping an open mind. We had to drive to LaPlace for the seminar that apparently is only held every few months. LaPlace is not the most convenient place to get to from the northshore, and we had to bring our own lunch. The seminar garnered high expectations because of all that. Turns out the seminar was led by an older couple who’ve been married for over 40 years. It was pretty awesome. The guy, Marcel, talked most of the time, and I wrote down some of his most interesting quotes. My favorite was when he was talking about different activities you can do after you’re married, “skinnydipping is silly, yet delightfully risqué.” He said this near the beginning of class, and I laughed. It was going to be a good day. Others like “you can’t build a house with two sets of blueprints” were good too. Not sure if that was original or not, but I enjoyed it. It was a great day; we laughed and talked to each other about whatever we were filling out questions for. When they called us up to get our certificate, I shook Marcel’s hand and thanked him. I think we had more fun than a lot of the people there.