"Father," says the old man, "I had sex with two twenty-year-old women last night."
The priest says, "All right, how long has it been since your last confession?"
"This is my first time. I'm Jewish."
"Then why are you telling me this?"
"Are you kidding? I'm telling everyone!"
This silly joke has always been a favorite of mine, and it basically sums up how I feel about my and M's engagement. I work it into the most unlikely conversations. It's such a happy-making thing, I want to share it with everyone I run into. (Example: "Yes, there are a lot of Johns who work here. It's a common name. Many of my future in-laws are named John.")
When M and I were up north for our snowboarding adventure, we were at The Noggin Room afterward listening to a live singer. We were also snuggling side-by-side, and chatting about future plans. At one point, the singer remarked on it. I didn't notice at first, but then I heard him say, "Oh, they're too busy snuggling to even hear me."
I glanced up, and saw we were being teased. I smiled and waved at him. He started talking to somebody else in the room, but then (I was feeling warm, cheerful, and a little tipsy) I called to him, "Guess what, guess what?"
He looked back at me. "What?"
"We just got engaged!" I flashed my sparkly ring at him. Then realizing he might misinterpret me, I added "Not tonight, a couple of weeks ago."
"Oh yeah, congratulations! When's the wedding?"
"We don't know yet, we have no plans."
Then M added, "Maybe here!" Because that was one of the ideas we'd been batting around. The Noggin Room is in the basement of a cool hotel in Petoskey that seems like it's be a fun place to get married.
The singer joked back and forth with us a bit more, then returned to his music. We returned to our disgusting cuteness.
Our waitress came by a little bit later to tell us that our next round of drinks was on the house. We then came up with our new Brilliant Plan, which is that we'll have M propose to me periodically, whenever we'd like a free drink or some extra attention. I think it'd be cool to do it in an airport, and see if they'll upgrade us to first class or something.
Amusingly enough, the staff wedding consultant just happened to be at the bar that night, and she popped by an hour later asking if we'd like any information. It was actually fairly convenient, because before we'd come down to the bar we'd asked the kid at the reception desk if he could give us any information on weddings. He completely failed to do so, telling us we'd have to call because the sales people weren't available on weekends. When we asked the consultant for information, she cheerfully went into her office and found us a few brochures. She also chatted for awhile and answered our questions.
It was a good start to our fumbling efforts at wedding planning. It turns out that this planning stuff is hard. We want it to be perfect, and amazing, and unique - but of course we're not made of money (unfortunately). We like the idea of an Up North destination wedding, but we want all of our friends and family to be there, and we worry about things like travel, childcare, weather, and all kinds of other issues keep cropping up.
I know eventually we'll come up with the perfect plan, location, date, and all those good things. I know it'll be amazing, whatever we end up doing -- and sometimes the planning and dreaming part is fun -- but it's also challenging.