Wedding Blog

I don’t know whether I should be considered for an award, or for psychiatric commitment - but I believe I’ve just broken the record for longest distance traveled with a 10 lb, 60 year-old wedding prop:

After everyone’s fantastic suggestions of other places to take our typewriter scene table number pictures, I couldn’t resist the chance to capture a snow shot. Because, um, it doesn’t snow all that much in the desert?

So like the lunatic I am, I schlepped our typewriter 3.5 hours northeast to the White Mountains on our ski trip this weekend.

Yep. 208 miles, for ONE cute table sign. Ahahaha! (That’s my “I’m crazy, and I laugh in the face of my own craziness” laugh.) Luckily, our fellow travelers were very patient about it. And once my girlfriend found out how much publicity she’d get, she wanted in on the action:

Sir Typewriter (he is a “Royal” after all) is safely nestled in among the luggage.

Upon arrival, he’s chauffeured gently to his suite…

…where he settles in before ordering room service and some, ahem, in-room entertainment:

But the next morning, it’s down to the business of freezing his keys off for the camera:

And yes, I really did thrown that snowball at our photographer. Because that’s how I thank my friends for running out into the woods at 8 am for a pre-ski photo shoot. With a hangover.

As punishment, I was made to bear Sir T on my lap for the 30-minute drive to the lifts:

Later, making room for five people, seven suitcases, two snowboards, three pairs of skis, and a vintage typewriter:

Gently, now. That’s our star player!

In spite of being a bit of a hassle, I’m so glad I inflicted my insanity on everyone. I think the shots turned out pretty good, (though I can’t decide which one I like best - help!) It was a lot of fun, even if I sorely missed my hourly Weddingbee fix.

Now, who was it that said something about taking Sir T into the pool? Go ahead and dare me, people. Just dare me.