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Dec 25, 2007 10:01 AM

in response to:
Ella047
Re: Tuesday, December 25th. Christmas Truce
Merry Christmas, fellow Tri-peeps!
As with some years when there are good tidings and joy to go around, this Christmas was no different, as there were many good tidings, lots and lots of joy, and just to keep it interesting and certainly festive, there was much chaos to keep us laughing in Christmas cheer. Since Tithers demands details and will force it out of me, let's see... where to begin?
Several months ago the Ironmate and I had a conversation about our future and, when the day would come, how we should raise our children with regard to faith. We are both believers of the faith of our own religion, but we are not commited to any institution as formal as a church. With that conversation came others. How should we get married? We weren't sure about a church -- it didn't seem right to secure a church to which we could not be true. Should we use a Justice of Peace? Or should we find religion just to get married? None of it seemed right. We were confusing religion with our more faithful spiritual sides. Over several months we talked often about how to plan our wedding. After we settled on the wedding site, complete with an area where we could have the actual ceremony, the Ironmate, nearly out of the blue, came up with a great idea on how we could tie it all together in a way to include close friends rather than having any Tom, Dick, or Harry who claims to have a Justice of Peace license and who we will never, ever see again.
Fast forward to last evening. After early reservations for a quiet dinner with a nice bottle of wine -- Bannon, don't even ask what kind, it was a Reisling, that's all I remember -- the Ironmate and I hurried to LRR's house to share in some holiday cheer. We were eager, especially because it was only earlier in the day when the Ironmate said, "Let's do it tonight... let's give them (LRR and Gator Girl) the Save the Date." I knew exactly what she was talking about. It was the Save the Date for our wedding. So there we were, at the doorstep of LRR's house, with Save the Date in hand, a house full of good friends and even some new ones, even SpongeBob with SquarePants, and an endless supply of Limoncello, a liquor worthy enough to give even the heartiest of sailors a hangover.
After several hours of laughs, a holiday puzzle to which both the Ironmate and I failed miserably, and a few stories of weddings past and those to come, the Limoncello found its way from the freezer to in front of us. But before the deed was done and a night turning even funner, the Ironmate and I presented to both Gator Girl and LRR our Save the Date, the very one the Ironmate designed from idea inception through to design and printing.
After they absorbed the message of our union but before more than a sip of the lemony goodness was shared, I sprung one more fun idea on the homestead. The Ironmate and I prefaced by saying that we were tossed on how to get married because we weren't the religious type yet we still wanted a ceremony that was special, fun, funny, funnier, but serious in a memorable way. We talked about how we joked about eloping to Vegas to have Elvis marry us, but that although it was a good idea it wasn't the right idea. The funny part was that on this very board several months ago there was a conversation about how people got married. Someone even chimed in to say they had Elvis marry them. That's when I said, "Wait until you see who will marry us?" Now on the couch among friends, each of us with a shot of Limoncello in our hands, we raised our glasses toward a toast with the very person who will marry us. Will the real velvet Elvis please stand up!
Me...
4 mile run early this morning. Ran to the only store in town that was open. Picked up a package of bacon. Finally I can say with a straight face in Elvis voice: That's right, baby, I brought home the bacon. Because the Ironmate was hungover, and as she says, "The only thing that cures a hangover is a bacon and egg sandwich." That's the least I could do for her for wrestling Santa last night and accidentally knocking the tree sideways.
Merry Christmas!