

One of the most interesting results of the union between the mister and I is our integration into each other’s families. We are fortunate that even though it took a bit of warming up from both sides at the beginning, we do get along with each other’s supporting casts rather well.
We’re both sort of a novelty to the other’s circles, with neither of our families having members outside our own race. For him, the challenge was getting used to the food and all the fingers pointing at him amongst the Chinese conversation. He got lucky, however, since his quick pick up of the game of mahjong won over just about everyone in a snap.
The mister’s friends and family are fairly accommodating. They are an educated and understanding group, comprehending the idea that people are just people, and that Americans include folks from many races. Somehow though, perhaps due to the lack of diversity in their smaller town, recognizing that I am as American as them proves to be difficult.
Reader Guilty Secret pulls off the bridal look amazingly well in this bridesmaid dress, doesn’t she? Oh yeah, you heard right, bridesmaid dress. Pure geniusness. Details on her big triumph are shown on her post HERE.


Endless nights I’ve spent longing to hear from you. The minute hand on the clock seems to move backwards as I spend countless hours clicking “send/receive” on my e-mail inbox, just waiting to see if there is any word from you. I thought the last night we spent together was just bliss. We ate, we drank, we laughed. Love was in the air. It was, by far, one of the happiest days of my life.
But since then, I’ve felt that there is a distance between us. We’ve grown apart since that night. The weeks dragged by…
And then…you teased.

Well, it seems the Shoe Gods were listening to my cries. Like Miss Hydrangea, I am a HUGE fan of the Gilt Groupe sales. Yesterday marked the beginning of one of their biggest sales of the year including over 25 of the featured designers from previous sales this year. They offered up to 90% off of the clothing, jewelry handbags and - you guessed it - shoes!!
Ceremony Shoes!
KORS Allie Espadrilles
Original Price $237
Gilt Final Sale Price $39
I was planning on taking a few days before the wedding for prep and to welcome out of town family members as they arrived. Add that to the length of time needed to take our dream honeymoon in Europe and I’m outta’ vacation days! In order to make sure I have enough paid time off - in case I am paid a friendly visit from the flu bug this winter - we’ve decided to postpone our dream honeymoon until our first anniversary. Therefore, we’re currently planning a short trip after the wedding to unwind - a.k.a. our “Minimoon.”
Our first thought was to stay in California and enjoy our beautiful coastline. Then we were informed that my Pom-In-Laws would like to contribute to our Minimoon Fund, so we started dreaming of tropical variations on a beachy theme. Perhaps an all-inclusive in Mexico a la Mrs. Penguin? Lastly, my uber-awesome DJ emailed me to share the Sigur Ros tour dates (isn’t he an awesome DJ for thinking of me!?). It just so happens that Sigur Ros is playing a concert in Portland, Oregon on the Monday after our wedding - thus adding a third option to our list.
Option #1 - California Coastline
Image via Tickle Pink Inn.
You know how amusement parks and fairs always have vendors selling glowing stuff of all sorts after dark, from neon glow sticks to blinking yo-yos? Yeah, I was one of those kids who got to envy everyone else’s glow instead of enjoying it firsthand. Practicality was taught at a young age in my family, and the ROI of glowing items just don’t quite make the cut with such short lived glory. While the lesson was well learned, it must have left me with a bit of a void, which I am apparently trying to fill by ordering enough glowing thingamabobs to make up for my entire childhood.
Let me present to you, the glowing ice cube (in tea, of course):

We originally planned on having an iPod wedding - but anxiety got the best of me after lots and lots (and lots) of people told me that the DJ is the one thing that most brides wish they had spent more on. Well, that anxiety, teamed up with the fact that NOT ONE of my friends wanted to be the emcee, (come on people, normally you all are hams and show-offs!) pretty much cemented my decision to try and find an affordable DJ.
I had a few rules for said DJ, including the following:
You’d THINK this would be easy, right? Apparently, to-be-married peeps in the Sacramento/Bay Area area either love the chicken dance or like to spend loads of money on their music slingers. We interviewed a few folks, but nobody really grabbed us.