When We Get Married…
February 11, 2013 40 Comments
Shortly after the election, Carey asked what Jazz and me would want our wedding to be like when we have one. I lost the draft post I created, but now that I’ve found it again, I thought I’d answer, seeing as our 2nd Anniversary is coming up
I want to get married in a church. I’m not that religious, but I do respect Jazz’s family’s Catholicism, their priest is one of my most favorite people, and the inside of their church is just awe-inspiring. So I want to get married in there, BUT… I also want a ton of flowers and plants everywhere so it’s almost like nature came to the wedding too. I suppose I could be talked into the reception looking like that instead, but the ceremony would just have to coordinate.
My outfit… I’m pretty sure I know what that will be and it will be EPIC. Seriously, memorable. Think white tux with tails trailing behind me, sparkling like Elton John in the 70s, a tiara on my head — yep, I said it! — and I will have on a pair of white heels with so much shiny they could make you blind in the right lighting.
I want to look like an ice prince from a fairytale. A winter wedding would be fabulous.
Yes, I know. So gay I poop glitter.
White glitter. There’s a theme.
Jazz can wear whatever he wants. Really, so long as he shows up, I don’t care if he’s dressed like James Bond or Borat at the beach. OK not that much skin can show. If he’d like to be an ice prince too, that’s awesome. Pirate is also acceptable. Hold please because that right there deserves some daydreaming…
Whoo… OK, pirate’s good!
Alec has to wear his dress uniform, btw. I’ve seen it and totally get why Carter gets a little glassy-eyed whenever anyone mentions it. Alec’s Marine friends may also attend in uniform.
Oh crap. Now I want a sword.
So our vows… I’m not sure if I want us to write our own or take over the traditional vows and just work “husband and husband” into them. I mean, I’m not trying to make a statement or anything, but those words mean something about marriage and I want that. I want a marriage, not a gay marriage like there’s something different about it. I won’t be agreeing to “obey” — unless I’m going to share wedding night ideas — but traditional might be the way we go with vows.
The cake… Not sure there, but I do know there will probably be some smooshing of the cake in somebody’s face. So it has to taste good and have lots of frosting. Sparkly sugar stuff would be really great too. But I don’t care so much if it’s a big cake or a mound of cupcakes. Two grooms on top of something, of course, and one must be blond and fabulous.
Honeymoon. I’m a little stumped on that one. OK, no, I’m cheesy on that one: As long as I’m with Jazz, I don’t care where we are. Our first vacation together was camping. In a tent. With public showers. I figure, if I can do that and love it because we were together, it doesn’t matter where we end up on our honeymoon. A bed, of course, would be nice. Not bedroll.
So, yeah, those are my wedding plans!
Oh, on a serious note: I know we could do all of this any time we wanted to even though it wouldn’t be official in the eyes of our state. We don’t want to. When we get married, we’ll do the whole thing just like anyone else. That’s all there is to it. I look at it as a chance to save up for it a little longer because all those rhinestones and flowers and swords aren’t cheap!