well here we are

If only the creepy guy on the path could see me now.  I’ll never forget that look- I was sitting there, minding my own business, completely engrossed in one of the many wedding magazines I love reading (could one, just one, have something other then a bride on the cover?  Please!)  I look up and he is staring at me.  Not like a 2 AM creppy drunk guy leering stare that all us pretty people get.  Oh no.  It was a “I’m wearing a suit and it is 8:30 in the morning and I haven’t had my coffee and I’m really pissed at my boss and who the hell do you think you are reading that wedding magazine you must be gay and I don’t like gay people” stare.  While it was the most dramatic example, it was not the only instance where I got a look or a comment for being excited about something wedding-related.  This blog is my chance to fight back and embaress those people whose names I don’t know or don’t remember. 

 Yes, the involved groom exists and I am taking control.  I will be sharing all my thoughts on the wedding (well, whatever my fiancee lets me share) and talking about some experiences that have baffled, amazed, amused or offended me along this blissful path to matrimonial (fill in word here)

 I have heard it said by a man- some might call him a “best man”- that the best way to start a blog is with a limerick.  Since he thinks himself quite wise and witty, I thought I’d give it a try.  The only question is who will make fun of it first: the best man or the fiancee?  hmm.

There once was a fellow named Ben

His fiancée was really a ten

A groom he will be

Fills him with such glee

Since she lets him watch ESPN