This weekend: Got home Friday to find that Barb had everything pretty much done with the help of framefolly, and ready for Saturday. We hung up the last stuff in the bathroom and considered it done, then got ready to go to dinner with our Moms. My Mom paid for a rather extravagant dinner at La Fontenella, a wonderful Italian restaurant not far from here. Then Saturday it was rush-rush-rush to get all the groceries, decorations, and STUFF done -- breakfast with Mom, then CostCo, the bakery, Michael's, Trader Joe's, back home. Cake came out perfectly. I put the pork roast into the oven (I'd had it in brine on Friday), finished the vacuuming and dusting while Barb finished the decorations. We set up everything and then Barb ran out to pick up sodas and ice, then the two Moms. Folks started to arrive. We had a full house and all went well. We have SO MUCH FOOD left over -- and didn't even put out half of it. But I think on the whole it came off well.
Then today breakfast with Mom again and the Phoenix Zoo, then late lunch/early dinner at Red Lobster.
And now... finally catching up, and being plunged back into the real world that says the last two weeks are "bad" and "evil" and "wrong" and half the country thinks God is against our wedding.
Well, having given that some thought, I came to this conclusion: If God was against my wedding, He wouldn't have made such a perfect day for us last Friday. If God was against my wedding, He wouldn't have let things work out so well, from the fact that my hair was perfect, the day was perfect, the omens were all good (lots and lots of ravens!), everyone we know was supportive and loving and, on the whole, it really could not have been better.
The same for our reception and all the friends and co-workers who came.
So for those who want to pass Prop 8 in California and Prop 102 in Arizona? Seriously, F*** you. I'm an American, and married by the book of common prayer and under the laws of the state of California. So there.
And in the end, dragon: