Ha! I just found that I drafted a rectifying blog on April 20th because I had broken my own cardinal blogger code and missed a month without a post.
Oh well it was there, on 4/20 - which means nothing if that's not your birthday or you don't smoke weed.

I am glad I'm here and not there for a re-entry post.

I wanted to take a break from writing the ceremony and didn't feel like cleaning, so the popping back in without a planned agenda feels pretty good.

Many strange and unfortunate events have come and gone and still are with the planning and within the lives of some around me (and time consumingly faked by many others that have chosen to not be), but things still go on.

After a long hard road of misogynistic bridal hell, I was amazed when I was struck by the accidental discovery of what marriage actually meant to me.
Funnily enough, I really expected just to let it drive me nuts, but, out of nowhere during another pinnacle intensity of exactly why is all of this automatically my job, I found it. And true to this love's fashion, it explained why everything else
had happened too.
What a bargain!

I still don't recommend marriage to anyone, whether you believe in it or not. For any smart woman, it's not a fun journey. For any stupid one, I hope the receipt was just as cute as your laced dignity when it was lost. For the men, remember that the commitment isn't a gift, it's dumping the weight for someone else to decorate.
Take it from me, self proclaimed forever single, and advocate of the equal responsiblities that elopement offers, if you must have a flippin' wedding,
help.

JOel and I are babes in the woods and have slowly been able to sort through the strange situations that weddings bring about, but I have learned above all -
we are lucky that we have each other through something this large
I learned early that this would be a lonely venture without Joel's help and support
every woman I know has uttered the infamous 'if you need any help...'
and followed them with unreturned voicemails.

it was hard to swallow at first - though just another banner of proof that my friendship isn't weighed on scales with the same depth, accuracy, or worth

again just another reason to loathe women - even if I were drooling with fairy princess nuptial bliss with plastic figurines on top - i'd be wiping it up myself after I paid the vendor -

my girls let me down - i know who's busy, i know who's not, i know that i have moved passed the point of caring

joel and i by default have clung to each other to make this right for us
we have conquered every circumstance to get here
and we are going to enjoy every second of what we worked for

and you know what -
so, i did change my ethic and tied the knot
NO big surprise that I would do it in Las Vegas
BUT never did I expect to be told my wedding had been announced by a reviewer in the theatre section of the Las Vegas Review-Journal.
Well, girls, for all the protest I will still spout, joel and i know that what we have deserves all the props we can give it
with or without a nationally publicized entertainment listing and acting credit.

with each detail that is crossed off - we grow more excited to the day all of our friends will be here to have some fun on us -

i must go
but keep my chin up as the countdown speeds because it means we'll soon met again

and ooooh, what a time
will be had

take care, fuckers