Wednesday, February 04, 2004
"I met a boy and he's wonderful and we're getting MARRIED."
I think that quote is right -- IMDb does not have it at all. It's that scene in Father of the Bride where Steve Martin is looking at his daughter who has become a very small girl, and that very small girl is saying the cutest voice imaginable that she has met the man of her dreams and they are engaged.
I always thought sitting down to dinner WITHOUT said man of her dreams and announcing—before his existence is even known to the parents—that she is going to MARRY him was a little odd. But, hey, who am I to judge?
So, yeah, I got married! And it was beautiful and lovely and perfect and I can't even imagine what it must be like to be one of those people who complain about little snags at their weddings. I am sure there were little snags at ours, but I certainly wasn't aware of them. I was in a blissful daze—and I only had 2 glasses of wine all night! (Okay, and some champagne, but you can't really drink lots of champagne or you get that nasty champagne hangover.)
And then we went to Italy. Italy is beautiful and historic and quaint and very romantic. The food is incredible (but all the same, mostly...I don't see how anyone could live there forever and only eat the same stuff all the time), the wine is amazing, and the weather even held up for us a bit.
And now, back to the grindstone.
I always thought sitting down to dinner WITHOUT said man of her dreams and announcing—before his existence is even known to the parents—that she is going to MARRY him was a little odd. But, hey, who am I to judge?
So, yeah, I got married! And it was beautiful and lovely and perfect and I can't even imagine what it must be like to be one of those people who complain about little snags at their weddings. I am sure there were little snags at ours, but I certainly wasn't aware of them. I was in a blissful daze—and I only had 2 glasses of wine all night! (Okay, and some champagne, but you can't really drink lots of champagne or you get that nasty champagne hangover.)
And then we went to Italy. Italy is beautiful and historic and quaint and very romantic. The food is incredible (but all the same, mostly...I don't see how anyone could live there forever and only eat the same stuff all the time), the wine is amazing, and the weather even held up for us a bit.
And now, back to the grindstone.
