I’m going to take a brief hiatus from my wedding dress pre-purchase saga. Just for 1 post! Though I’m not sure why, because writing about it 1) stirs up lots of ideas and memories for me, and 2) apparently draws in lots of people who are either curious, inspired, horrified or some combination, by my unorthodox timeline.
Nevertheless, I feel like Lucy as the chocolates are coming down the conveyor belt at ever-increasing speed. But rather than smush them uncomfortably into my mouth and bosoms, I’ll write about my latest life experiences so they don’t evaporate helplessly into the thin air of short term memory loss. (Status of this paragraph’s metaphors: more mixed than Vin Diesel’s ethnicity.)
As I briefly alluded to in my earlier post, the late 20s/early 30s common life experience can seem jam-packed with constant engagements and weddings. Towards the latter end of that spectrum, of course, the volume of weddings tapers ever so slightly to give way for the new boom: pregnancy announcements and births.
I’ve never been bothered by this joyful sequence of events. Admittedly, I find some of the feigned public wonderment of the aforementioned events a bit suspect — “I had no idea he was going to propose!” she says, as her gel manicure appears immaculate and her “Wedding Ideas” pinboard goes live with no fewer than 200 pins mere minutes later; or “OMG it’s a miracle — WE’RE PG!!” the status update reads, which is sweet and encouraging, but probably more suitable to finding the immaculate likeness of Jesus’ loving face in the grease pattern of your onion rings, not the relatively rote event of successful gamete fusion (what outcome — pardon my indelicacy — would anyone expect with the kind of behavior that gets you there in the first place?).
Right now in our relationship, I bring in more “Save the Date” cards and Deepak brings in the baby shower invites. I enjoy it! This past weekend, Deepak dispatched me to shop for a gift for his coworker’s son’s 1st birthday.