May 1, 2009 – got married on my ten-year anniversary.

Yes, we have been together a long time, but it was the perfect time.  Wasn’t too soon and wasn’t too late.  We were fortunate that day.  It began cloudy with a dabble of rain and by the time the ceremony rolled around, the skys cleared up and the sun peeked through.  The whole week was a blur.  It was truly memorable.

Memorable quotes/phrases/things:

• “You’re late!” – from my cousin Isa
• Me bursting out laughing during my vows when I started to say “I promise to have a sense of humor…”
• “Somebody’s getting married!” – from my bridesmaid
• Losing my voice the day before
• Yummy food all week long!
  • Vietnamese food, Dad’s pizza, fruit tart, cake and more cake!, cookies, pho, bbq pork, egg rolls, Moe’s, Cracker Barrel, and a Garbage Plate.
• Andrew L. trying to get me to ask my grandma to dance with him.
• Pictures galore!
• Lost my teal sandel shoes.  I only wore it once!

I’m so sick of hearing “It’s the Bride’s Day.” The hell it is!  It’s the bride’s AND groom’s day.

I am the anti-bride.  I don’t care for half the planning shit.  Flowers? eh. Don’t care what colors/kind/look like (except I don’t want predominately white, want some color).  Hell, if my fiancee hadn’t told me he wanted some blue in the flowers, I would have told the florist “Make it fun and colorful yet simple.”

Did I mention I originally wasn’t plan on wearing a veil?  My fiancee told me to.  So I am.

I expect my fiancee to help me plan the wedding and have his input.  I don’t have a preference.

It could be because I don’t want to spend a lot of money.  But to be honest, I would have just preferred to elope on a beach.  Unfortunately, because I’m Asian and I come from a family-oriented type of family, that shit ain’t happening.

I hate to say it, but our wedding is merely about us, it’s about family and putting on a spectacle.

Bleh! I say! Bleh!