Haven't posted anything lately. And then I found two of my good old friends just happened to browse my last blog and found out I'm getting married.... That's exactly how you should not do to your friendship, I suppose. And how close were we? hmmm, how about taking the same classes for four years and spending all the time in between including many long nights & weekend? That's how bad I am in terms of keeping in touch with folks.... Note to myself: Never, ever, post anything before you call the world up, this was totally embarrassing to say the least.
So far everything has been rather lucky for us. We picked our date on August 18 (818, such a typical Asian way to celebrate eh?), and then everything kind of just fell onto our lap (well, I certainly felt this way coz Paul is the one doing most of the hard work, as always). Then our day happens to be availably at this location we fell in love with at our first sight--the Marine Room at La Jolla (http://www.marineroom.com/). For those of you who haven't heard me raving about it, it is such a hidden jewel that Paul and I just happened to bump into (okay, it's obviously just a secret to us, it's even mentioned on the Lonely Planet). We were sold the moment we stepped in, it's sitting right in front of the beach, in fact, it was so close to the beach it was once flooded and ruined and then rebuilt circa 1940. The food is great, done well by a French executive chef (I'm a big suck up for French food, although I hardly can pronounce any dish). And despite their glamorous scenery and a bit of a 1940 film noir style, the staff has been very friendly and accomodating. So hopefully everything's going to turn out great.
And then we pick our invitation rather smoothly. Both of us picked the same one, and accordingly it's already in production (fingers crossed that it won't come out as two bunnies humping each other or some other outrageous design). And while we didn't plan on hiring a photographer (when's a better time to abuse my own lovely brother, who happens to be a good amatuer photographer), but then out of nowhere, Paul's cousin Shannon introduced us to this nice guy who does some really nice work and now we're having our own photographer, and my brother can enjoy his lobster tail (or filet mignon, or tofu if so he chooses) rather than taking the photo of his lobster tail. Everyone's happy!
The remainings are my make-up, my hairdo, my shoes, and my accessories... I did say Paul has been the one doing all the work, didn't I? Oh, and also the flower and just need to nip some starving artist as our musician (anyone there?) and then we're all set!!
Maybe getting married isn't such a hard thing to do. As long as you find the right guy who will do all the legwork for you. Sorry Paul, just saying it like it is.
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