Mr. Caterpillar and I went to look for wedding bands, and he decided on a plain yellow gold one from Tiffany’s. As the saleswoman wrapped it, she sighed, “Every boy dreams of that little blue box.” I couldn’t stop laughing.
We spent the week in Santa Cruz, or rather, I spent the week in Santa Cruz while Mr. Caterpillar was at SXSW. He arrived on Saturday morning, and brought me some barbeque sauce.
We went to the wedding site, and it’s amazingly beautiful. The area reminds me of my grandparent’s house in Palos Verdes — sort of horsey and oceany all at once. I think I would have rather had Oakes Field in theory, but Rooster Point is significantly more convenient (and free of goggling UCSC students).
I met with the caterer, and we planned a menu. She gave me an estimate, and then I asked her for a giant tent and a chandelier, so she had to go back to the drawing board. If I let all my guests stand out in the hot sun, I could save at least $3,000. My mother does not think this is acceptable.
I also met with two florists and three cake people.
Now Mr. Caterpillar and I have to figure out registries.