So we’re all packed up and have 24 minutes to vacate the B&B. We are dragging this out as much as possible.
Case in point? We’re actively watching “Nightmare on Elm Street” on AMC right now (“I’m your boyfriend now, Nancy!“). Neither of us much wants to leave, but thankfully we have almost an entire day left, one we plan on spending going from shop to shop, driving around and making our way back to New Hampshire. First stop is Bentley’s for a bloody Mary – thanks, Ky!
We’ll have more to say in detail about the trip when we get home, no doubt. I’d like to tell you more about the ceremony itself, saving some parts for ourselves, but definitely not the part where I nearly bit it walking up the steep slope up to the chapel. Or the part where a bunch of people gathered outside the chapel and watched, and cheered and clapped when we walked out. There also was all of the cheese. Seriously. We spent so much on cheese and maple syrup they gave us a discount.
I could go and on and on about how complete and whole it feels to finally be married to each other, how wonderful it feels to call Scott my husband and (Holy crap! I forgot Johnny Depp gets sucked into his bed!) that we keep staring at our rings but you probably assumed all of that. All of it is true.
We are very very happy.
We are so married.
Thanks to everyone for your love, kind wishes, blessings and support.
The Mr. and The Mrs. are off to enjoy some cheese.
Of course, a wedding day cannot run smoothly. We just learned that. After another lovely breakfast here at the B&B we drove to the florist to pick up my flowers and …
… they weren’t ready. They weren’t even in the same vicinity as ready. They’d got the time switched around and thought we were picking them up at 2:30 p.m. today. We looked at each other, sighed, and breathed deeply. Not much we could do, other than wait. And so we did and a few minutes later out came a beautiful bouquet. Crisis averted. We can get married now.
It’s drizzling here, and there are no promises of sunshine. We are putting the final touches on our vows and some movie is on Lifetime with Felicity sleeping with the dude from 7th Heaven. There was Law & Order but gah! No marathon for us today. Which is just as well – our love for Jack McCoy knows no bounds and we’d end up late for our own wedding.
I’m a little nervous – but in that good way. Scott is too. As we said last night over drinks, we’re really ready to be wearing those wedding bands now.
Hopefully by day’s end I will have figured out how to set up the official Scott and Erin Get Married Soundtrack.
For those of you who know us personally, the fact that we’ve put together a soundtrack for our wedding should not surprise you in the slightest bit. We live for excuses to make a modern-day mix tape.
We’re working on two things: a player so you can listen to the songs from the comfort of this Web site or, if you are so inclined, downloadable files so you can bring the magic to your iPod. Or something. Trust us, though. The songs we’ve picked out are fantastic.