Now that Dennis has his green card, we can FINALLY plan our wedding. We've been together for 10 1/2 years, so it's not like I have the jittery thrill of a woman who's been thumbing through Bride magazine since she was 7 years old. But I do want the legal recognition, that's for sure. And the fact that I get to do it with a big party in front of my family and friends is a big bonus.
Within 48 hours I was able to scout a potential location--I think that's the hard part. We're going in for interviews with the catering staff, etc., next week. Why some people spend 10 months (or more!) planning these things is still a puzzle to me. We've got 10 weeks, and between now and then I'll be traveling to London, Athens, Las Vegas, Mexico City, Guadalajara, and the Brazilian Amazon, but strangely I don't feel stressed--YET.
Since marriage became legal in Massachusetts in May 2004, over 8000 couples have wed. Yet strangely, we never got invited to any of those, so we're having to wing it. There are officiants you can hire (we're doing this without a wedding planner, though I suppose I could rent that film), who can help you design a ceremony that fits your lifestyle and works in various bits from your own cultural background. I wonder if I can find someone to put together a Filipino-Mennonite-Gay-Catholic-Buddhist wedding service. I'm open to suggestions...
What we HAVE decided is that we're going to wear our traditional Filipino barongs. My next quest--a cake topper that features two men--one white, one Asian--dressed in barong tagalog. I love a challenge.
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