Shane and I decided we should get married, so we did. On February 8Th of 2009, we said our "I Do's" in the home of a lovely minister (and her partner) in the presence of her dog. The ceremony itself was nerve wracking; I've never felt so naked in my life, I even considered locking myself in the bathroom. But when I took Shane's hand up at the tiny-ass altar, I knew I had made the right choice. Or maybe it wasn't a choice. I have to say, our first married kiss rivaled our first drunk ass kiss that we shared on the couch, which we later had sex on that night. It smelled like dog....the couch, not the sex.
It was a great party, with sparkling apple cider, cupcakes, and champagne. Our friend Dani was there to take pictures, and the minister, Lynn, and her friend, Moe was there as well. (Moe was hitting on Dani- it was like a tiny lesbian pride day.) Sylvia, who's Lynn's partner, also took some awesome pictures.
After the cutting of the cupcake, we went outside for some pictures of us being all squishy with each other. We also painted the car, and hung balloons on the mirror. We got rain-proof paint for the windows, but it wasn't snow proof, so the next morning, the paint was gone, but the love and the memories remained.
We had an amazing 8 hour honeymoon, consisting of 50 candles around the room, the cats got kicked out (they think it's their bed,) and there was plenty of love in the room that night.
So, I thought for one post, I'd get off my high horse and share a story of love and happiness. Hope you enjoyed!
until next time
Andy
