We did it! We set a date. Well, actually we set a date range, since there is information outstanding that may affect our final decision.
I'm such a romantic, aren't I?
We knew pretty early on in our relationship -- like, about two weeks in -- that we would be getting married eventually, but we were nowhere near rational enough to discuss the when. Now that we've been together over two years and The Move is history, the time has come; we're as rational as we'll ever be and the clock is ticking.
Mr. B said he couldn't, in good conscience, marry me before I turn 50 because I would be underage. I thought it was very gentlemanly of him to show such concern for my virtue and reputation, even though it puts us into 2010. We chose mid-March, for not only does mid-March commemorate First Coffee, it's also right in the middle of Anniversary Season and is the traditional observance of the Ides of Meatloaf. Add in Spring Equinox and it seemed plenty auspicious enough to counteract any bad karma incurred by disregarding the instructions we received from the universe last January.
That gives us nine months (give or take) to plan/obsess/fret over what might well qualify as one of the most minimalist weddings of all time, aside from showing up at the courthouse after work. Which I seriously considered. Briefly.
I think the most fun part is going to be picking out rings. Did you know you can get wedding bands with meteorite inlays?? Look at the Widmänstatten pattern on that puppy! All it needs is something in Elvish, or perhaps the wedding date in binary* (hexadecimal?) engraved inside the band and it'll be perfect.
Other than that, and a potential post-nuptial/pre-honeymoon trip Back East to visit Evil Twin and Sisters for an Ides of Meatloaf Reception, plans are sketchy.
Just the way we like 'em.
* So maybe 0011·00010100·011111011010, or 3·d·7da. Whaddya think?