

Oh, air travel, you have become such a nightmare.
How many songs have been written for or about same-sex weddings? Well, before I read a recent post by Tales of a Female Husband, I would have said none. How had I never heard of this song by Vienna Teng called “City Hall” ? I love it!
As Loaf points out, a key line is “if they take it away again someday this beautiful thing won’t change”, especially because of the ballot initiative that may change the CA constitution to ban same-sex marriage.
I’m going to go buy all of her music now. Here’s a Youtube video featuring my new favourite song to keep you company while I’m off on my buying spree.

One difficult thing about planning the wedding in a new city is that I don’t have a plethora of people to drag to things like dress fittings. Since I don’t normally wear wedding dresses, I’m just not sure about the whole bustle situation. I asked my tailor and she just sort of looked at me blankly, which I interpreted as “Huh? Why would you do that?” Since I feel pretty clueless about bustles, I left wondering, “Yeah, why would I do that?” But now I am starting to question if this is something I need to do. Help!
Here’s the generic picture of my dress.
I can’t find many other pictures of the dress and especially of this dress bustled. So, dear readers, help a Gingerbread out. Would you bustle this dress? If so, what the heck would that look like? Watters 9040B brides, I especially want to hear from you!
Thanks, everyone for all your kind suggestions on how to lighten my finish-your-wedding-plans-in-a-month-load! The suggestions to delegate were especially useful - I just didn’t expect that people would delegate tasks upon themselves!
Exhibit A:
The lovely and uber-helpful Miss Gingerbread found a sweet ad in the Vancouver Craiglist, contacted the poster, and sent me the information she received.
Now, Mr. Shortcake and I will have this SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET 1952 black Chevrolet deluxe as our chariot-of-choice!
Our first dance will not be the Piña Colada Song, but I think we may still need to play it at the reception even though it’s about as cheesy as you can get.
The Gingerbreads’ first vacation together was to Maui. We spent half of the time camping all over the island and it was awesome! Like so many Maui tourists, we wanted to see the sunrise at Haleakala. We set the alarms on our cell phones so that we’d get up in time to drive up to the summit for the sunrise. We awoke to the cold and grumbled as we dressed and stumbled out of the tent. The campground was quiet. No one else was up yet. We hit the restrooms and then jumped in the Jeep, proud of ourselves for having beat everyone out of the campground.
“Look at your clock and tell me what time it is” I said to Miss GB 2.0 as we were halfway up the mountain. Miss GB 2.0 had bought a little watch bracelet from Sports Authority that she set to Hawaii time. Answer: “It’s 11pm.” Our cell phones were still set to Pacific Standard Time! We morons counted the wrong way. We set the cell phone alarms back three hours instead of ahead three hours. We should have set them for 8am PST (which would have been 5am in Hawaii) but instead we set them to 2am (11pm in Hawaii).
I mentioned our rings a while back and several of you asked to see them. I couldn’t seem to get a decent shot of them, which is the reason for my delayed response. My apologies.
Here’s the backstory. A few years ago, Miss GB 2.0 and I talked about getting married. It was in our far off plans, after saving up to move to Canada. We wanted to wear rings as a sign of our commitment to each other and to our future together, but we weren’t in a financial position to buy any bling.
So one day, I was walking to work and I noticed a little jewelry shop that made custom jewelery. I went home and dug out a ring that my aunt had casually dropped in my lap many years ago. I’d always assumed that the big ol’ sapphire and diamond ring was costume jewelery. I decided to get the ring appraised the next time I walked to work. Well, wouldn’t you know, it was real! I talked to the jeweler about creating two new rings out of the old one. He agreed to do the work in exchange for the sapphire.
Wow, yesterday was quite a day! I have to say a big thank you to all of the readers who left supportive comments. It was so nice to have your company as I hit refresh a million times on various news websites yesterday morning waiting for the ruling. And can you believe that I got the good news right there in my post from the fabulous Amy H.? I was watching CNN misreport that the ruling was against same-sex marriage when Amy H. posted the good news! Yep, turn to Weddingbee readers for all of your late breaking news
Last night we had some fellow “Love Exiles” over for champagne to celebrate. None of us can return to the U.S. with our partners since immigration is a federal marriage right, but we appreciate this important step towards equality. And we celebrate for all of our friends in California who can now say “I do” again, like Ellen and Shelly.
I was going to blog about the creation of our wedding rings, but I’ve been diverted by something big that has my undivided attention. The California Supreme Court is going to give its ruling on whether same-sex marriage should be legalized in the state on May 15, 2008, at 10:00 a.m. PST. I’m a nervous wreck.
It’s been a long journey. Many of my friends were married in San Francisco during what many now refer to as “the Winter of Love” in early 2004.
I like to wear pearls. I enjoy wearing aprons, and love a clean house. I plan on staying at home while our children are very young, and yet, I consider myself a feminist. I believe in women’s rights, and the freedom for women to choose what they want to do in life - in any direction, housewife, career woman, super-human juggler of both, whichever, whatever.
On Monday I posted about someone else’s grandparents and on Tuesday I posted about mine, but wait, there’s more. My grandparent-themed posts aren’t over yet.
One of my favourite pieces of jewelery is an aquamarine ring from my Swedish grandmother on my father’s side. I only met my farmor (that’s “father’s mother” in Swedish) a few times and I was too young to remember her. From what my mom tells me, she gave me a toy truck once. Then when she died many years ago, she left me a few pieces of jewelery in her will.
Aquamarine is my birthstone. It’s definitely something old and something blue. Maybe I’ll wear this for my wedding.