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What’s a Recpetion?

What IS a reception?  Jon and I seem to be so opposed to the idea of having one, and because of it we keep stumbling over semantics.  What is the party in Wisconsin going to be? What’s a reception? Getting together after we get marriend to celebrate with family and friends?  Or does a reception carry a different connotation?  A fancy-shmancy-buy-me-gifts connotation?  I think we’re trying to move away from that second part.  Who cares. Anyways.

When asked what jon wanted to do for this party in Wisconsin, he suggested a pig roast.  Now.  I’m not generally one for roasting pigs, but jon doesn’t usually offer much in the way of desires and interests for the wedding (he generally says things like “great idea” and “yeah, that will be good too”).  So, we will be cooking a pig on a stick.  How Wisconsin of us.

So we’re having a luau!  I’m really stoked about it.  I expect everyone to come wearing an Aloha-shirt and flip-flops.  Okay, maybe not flip-flops.  This will be still be October in Wisconsin and I’ll probably be the first bride to have a luau in the snow.  More on that later, I suppose.

I think my incoherant rambling tells me its bed time.  I’ll try to update you on San Diego life soon.  To jon’s dismay, I have lots of pictures.

Updates

While I’ve been neglecting you, we’ve been doing all sorts of things in Wedding World.

We finally printed the last piece to the invitations, and I believe we’ll stick them in the mail tomorrow.  That’s quite exciting.  Every time I check one of these things off The List, I mentally go “Okay, well.  We’re getting married now.  We’ve invited people.”  Silly.

I also finished the menus for dinner.  I know that’s way premature, but I really like them!  And you know… I’m stoked about dinner.  If it sucks, I’ll probably cry.  Seriously.

Oh, and speaking of carting your wine-soaked tuckouses around town — if everything works out, I’m going to have the best public transportation in public-transportation-town.  Hold your breath, it’s going to be great.

On the Wisconsin front, I have to applaud my set of mothers for persistantly organizing despite my best efforts to be antisocial.  Years ago my mom figured out that when left alone, I’ll probably stay inside and read a book, and so when it comes to planning … um, social events, I need a little prodding.  Ann’s doing great and I think she may have not had any idea how difficult I am to try to do things for.

Anyways, Ann if you’re listening – I certainly don’t mean to push you away, I just have a very difficult time accepting things.  I’m not sure why.  It’s like.. a weird birth defect.  It must have been all those walls I walked into recently as a kid.