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Wedding pictures are starting to hit the ‘net. My new brother-in-law, affectionately known from now on as my brother, is the first victim of my scanning. Click here to view a rock star in motion. Tomorrow the professional pictures are supposed to be up. I’ll let you know the address when they become available.

I should really remove the work cam thing. That picture is from the first night I was laid off. I was using the cam until I got an email from my old boss that said, “I can see you!” It was the first time ever that I didn’t want to be seen on the net.

I dropped the ball on the whole wedding reporting idea. But the week started getting crazy around Thursday and I just couldn’t get it together to continue the nonsense ramblings. No worries though, I made it through. Thanks for being concerned. I’m now a married man with a wife.

I couldn’t have asked for a better time in my life. The wedding was wonderful. But by the time Courtney got down the isle with her parents she was already in tears. Although I was a bit concerned everything went fine. We remembered our lines, her train stayed out of the way (for the most part), and during the I Will section (used to be called the I Do section but I guess someone along the way decided I will sounds better) I managed to slip in a little “And you promise to make me dinner” which made Courtney chuckle a tad. To this day I do say to her that she DID say “I Will” to everything, even the dinner part. So I’m waiting patiently for my macroni and cheese dinner. I had to promise we would get a kitchen table though. A fair trade I guess.

Jamaica was nice. It was nice to be somewhere warm. But it was very, very damp. We’d go to bed wet and wake up wet. Clothes never dried. It was great to relax but I was happy to come home and be husband and wife. Our flight arrived Monday morning at 1:30am so we took Monday off and got nothing done we wanted. Instead we goofed off like normal.

I don’t really have any digital pictures of Jamaica. I wasn’t in the mood for photography. There are some nice wedding pics laying around here which I may scan for public viewing.

Ok, 3 days to go. People at work are starting to catch wind of the wedding. It’s been sort of an odd situation here because I started the job right around the time we were finalizing a guest list. So no one from my new job has been invited. But they all seem good natured about it.

The Jamaica tickets came in the mail on Monday. Got the traveler’s checks and money for reverend and church. Got the new mp3 player. I’m good to go.

Tonight I have to take Delia, our guinea pig, over to my parents house so that they can watch her while were away. I’ve tried to warn my parents that Delia is quite smart. She answers to a whistle and sometimes her name. If she doesn’t get a carrot (or 3) for her good behavior she jumps around.

Here’s a little personal message to someone:
Hey, you. Yeah, you. Out there. Just planning on coming to the beer-drinking portion of the reception. I just thought I would let you know that we think it’s quite rude of you to just show up to drink beer. Everyone else is participating in the whole schabang. Hell, I even got Dave to agree to put on a tux. Dave, he can drink beer. Grant and Joe, they can too. But you can’t. You are an ass. If you don’t come to the whole thing then you aren’t welcome to take our beer.

Courtney and I are planning on merging our bank accounts. If you would have asked me last year about this time I would have had no part in a communal money pot. But times have changed, my friend. No longer am I the only one I need to support. It’s a big step to reach out beyond my comfort zone like this. I will be ok. Nothing horrible will happen. right?

Courtney told me there is one line I must memorize for the ceremony. I said, “I HAVE to?” and she said, “It’s ONE line.” So yes, I have to memorize just one line. Here it is. When I faulter I do expect someone there to shout out the rest for me:

With this ring I thee wed and say to the world that this is woman who I cherrish above all others.


Sounds simple right? Now imagine saying that in front of 160 people at your wedding. I think every one would be scared to death.

It seems I have grossly over-estimated the amount of free time I have. Since I was unable to post this weekend, here’s a recap.

Saturday was spent working on the programs and searching for spray-on glitter paint. It took us 4 hours to finally find the proper glitter. The time spent searching for the glitteer put a serious dent in the time we had to work on the programs. Luckily Heather and Justin stopped by to help. But at 5:30pm I had to exit, affectively killing the program assembly party. I was off to my bachelor’s party at the Dubliner.

We all sat at the Dubliner pub in St. Paul for 5 hours having a rowdy good time. It slowed me down on Sunday though. We had to finish the programs so we went back to the parent’s house to finish ‘em up. I spent most of my time working on the programs and doing our laundry (god bless parents with washing machines) while Courtney did every imaginable task for the wedding. I seriously thought we had more done than what we had. There was so much to do on Sunday and all I felt like doing was belly-aching.

TODO:

1. Get money for church, reverend, and honeymoon
2. Pack passport
3. Do laundry
4. Shave face and head
5. Get Tux(Thursday)

It didn’t truly hit me until I exchanged some emails with Johnny C. yesterday that there are a fair amount of people curious about the whole wedding thing and what goes into it. More specifically, what the last week of singlehood is like before the wedding. In an effort to take on this documentaryesque task I shall increase the amount I post to track my thoughts each day in a false belief that people are actually interested. When in fact, writing will help calm my nerves which are starting to hit a feverish high.

Just today my stomach has started rumbling. And not the good type of rambling. It’s one of two things with me. It’s either the nervousness of everything has started finally taking a physical hit against my body, the Mint Condition from Caribou Coffee is not settling right, or I’m getting sick. If I am truly getting sick I wouldn’t be surprised. Since early December there has been some very disgusting colds going around. This fall I have proudly touted that I never get sick. It has been quite a while since I’ve had a full-blown attack of the flu or anything else which puts me flat on my back. And ever since Courtney warned me against such boastings I’ve been taking vitamins like a hypocontriac. Getting sick is my worst fear of all. Being sick on a wedding day is not how I want things to go. The pictures will turn out lousy. I’ll be no fun. Plus it’s not the right way to start a honeymoon. So if you were to ask me what I’m most nervous about, that’s it. Getting sick.

Here’s an email I sent my parents today that I figured everyone would enjoy:

I’m waiting for some processing to finish at work so I thought I would
tell you about my trip to the dentist this morning.

When the hygenist brought me back to the chair she mentioned that the
doctor would be a long shortly. It was a good thing I was early, she
said, because the doctor finished early on another patient. While she’s
telling me all this I kept thinking, “I just came for a cleaning! What are
they talking about!” So when the dentist showed up she started explaining
what they were going to do to me and such.It quickly became apparent that
what I assumed was my followup cleaning has turned into my first
experience with a filling.

The doctor was quite nice and told me to just raise my left hand if I feel
anything. SO about 10 seconds into the drilling I feel this sharp pain in

my tooth. I raise my hand and they get me more novicaine. I tell them I’m
a big boy and I promise not to do that again. 10 more seconds I feel
another shooting pain through my tooth. They get me more. After 3 shots of
novicaine they could have drilled straight into the nerve and I don’t
think I would have felt a thing. After that it was painless, literally.
But because of all the pain meds I will be unable to drink for a while and
she told me to just forget about eating today.

What have I learning from this experience? Never stop going to the dentist
for 5 years. And that the shots are nothing to worry about, at least at a
Health Partners clinic.