Self-proclaimed sci-fi addicts Noah Fulmore and Erin Finnegan will be the first couple to get married in zero gravity on June 20. On that day, they’ll venture down to Kennedy Space Center in Cape Canaveral to tie the knot in a plane owned by the Zero Gravity Corporation, the only government-approved provider of commercial weightless flights. “We would really prefer to do it in space or on Mars,” Fulmore told the New York Daily News, “But living in the time that we do, this was the closest we could get to zero gravity.” [NY Daily News]
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Dear Brides and Brides-to-be,
Seriously, has it really come to this? Are some of you actually growing your own salads for your wedding receptions now? And if you aren’t, the Telegraph thinks you should. In a series called “Grow Your Own Wedding,” the newspaper published an article today that laid out what to sow and grow and mix together, from “Ruben Lettuce” to, I kid you not, fennel bulbs, to create your own perfect wedding day salad. Thank God I’m keeping my engagement short and getting married next month, because I don’t think I could possibly stand another half a year of this silliness. Everywhere I turn to for ideas or advice, I’m completely inundated with this DIY crap. Look, I get that it can be fun to get all crafty and put your own personal stamp on your BIG, SPECIAL DAY, but I have to draw the line at lining my RSVP envelopes and growing my own fennel, and maybe you should to. Keep reading »
It’s exactly what it sounds like. Businesswoman Sarah Lavely created Sarah’s Smash Shack after she was dumped by her husband of 12 years. The Shack is a place for women — and men — to take out their love frustrations by smashing anything in sight. The breakable goods are provided, but jilted lovers are encouraged to bring their ex’s old crap to destroy. Lavely says people come out of the Smash Shack much calmer and less angry. [San Diego, 6/3/09] Keep reading »
Simcha, Kate, what’s the big deal in going to a wedding sans date? I’ve gone to several weddings solo, and it never occurred to me that I should: A) feel offended that my invitation didn’t include a “plus one,” or that B) I should feel the least bit insecure that I didn’t have a “plus one” to invite anyway. One of the weddings I went to solo was shortly after a bad breakup in which I found myself truly single for the first time in several years, and it was for a snotty cousin who was five years younger than I and who positively delighted in “beating” me to the altar. But, so what? I had plenty of family to catch up with, enough cute boys to smile at, and an open bar to make even the most mundane of weddings tolerable. And even if I had thought to invite a guest (and had gotten the okay from the couple), I can’t imagine a more awkward date than dragging some poor guy I was just getting to know to a boring wedding (and come on, they’re all mostly boring) where he’d be forced to schmooze with my entire extended family and answer questions about when he planned to put a ring on it. Sure, the alternative meant being questioned about my single status, but I doubt any of the old ninnies who pressed me about it really spent more than a few minutes worrying about the state of my love life. After the jump, the seven reasons you’re better off going to a wedding without a date. Keep reading »
This cupcake (muffin?) reader Emily found in Lisbon, Portugal, wants to know wants to know what you were up to last night.
Have you seen graffiti that’s kind of sweet (even if it is against the law)? Send your pic to email@example.com. Keep reading »
The happily remarried couple is still livin’ it up down under. They biked through a park together today and it seems the only thing still patchy about the pair is Carey’s facial hair. [Sydney, Australia, 6/2/09] Keep reading »
Guys who go on and on and on about lady-love are so annoying. They’re lesbians, dude—they’re NOT going to be into you. The latest annoyance? “Girl Gotta Girlfriend” by the rappers Mams Taylor, Snoop Dogg and Bobby Valentino (listen above!), about a man with a girlfriend who tries to bring home a second woman for the night. Aren’t these lyrics touching?
“My girlfriend kissing on her girlfriend / They getting real naughty/ My money is cool, but I’d rather have you and my girlfriend running around my crib naked.”
The lesbian blog AfterEllen.com flipped ‘em a big gay bird, saying:
“Lesbians: We are just here for your pleasure. Do you have money and some champagne and a hotel room? Just tell us where and when!”
Yawn, enough with songs by heterosexual dudes about how great it would be to bang two women at once. There’s plenty of songs out there about real girl/girl relationships by Ani DiFranco, t.A.T.u, Jill Sobule, Le Tigre and a bunch of others. And a few fun ones by Lady GaGa and Katy Perry. Go cuddle up with your gal pal and take a listen. Keep reading »
After my engagement ended, my tolerance for weddings was low. Very low. That first week spent on my couch in pure misery saw me turning my eyes away from any and all wedding references. The wedding book I was given by my almost-mother-in-law got hidden in the back of my closet, along with our engagement party invitations and, of course, my engagement ring (now out of sight in a locked safety deposit box!). Anything of a romantic nature in pop culture repulsed me, and for awhile all I watched was the news. It was depressing, just like me! Keep reading »
On Sunday afternoon, my little sister Lizz is marrying one of my best friends from high school, Pat. They’ve been together for 11 years, and are the kind of couple that looks alike, talks alike, and complements each other in every way, giving me a touch of faith in this whole crazy love thing. I am pumped for the ceremony, which will be held in my favorite park in New York City, right under the Brooklyn Bridge. I am pumped that Pat will finally be my brother-in-law, a term I’ve used to describe him for years anyway. I am pumped for the reception, which will feature barbecue and cupcakes, and a “Celebrate Good Times”-free wedding dance mix created by yours truly. Heck, I’m even pumped to wear my bridesmaid dress. But there is just one little thing I’m dreading about Sunday: I have no date. Keep reading »