Last month, my boyfriend Patrick and I drank a bottle of Jim Beam at the lake and decided to get married. When we peeled our faces off a sticky, half-deflated air mattress the next morning, we asked ourselves two questions: first, did we still want to get married, and second, how about some Taco Bell? Yes to both, thank you.
Eventually the time came for parental phone calls, and mine were excited and curious: where would our wedding be? When? Several minutes into the call, I heard my mom muse, almost absent-mindedly, “Andrea Hislastname ….” She didn’t ask if I would be changing my last name; she simply said what she believed my new name would be, just to see how it rolled off her tongue.
Patrick’s family did ask about changing my name, at least. And I told them: no, I’m not changing my name. For that matter, neither is Patrick. Of course, most folks would never think to ask if a guy might change his name upon marriage. It’s just not done in this country — and once I learned why, I became more sure than ever that I would never be anyone but Andrea Grimes. Keep reading »
Christmastime always transformed me.
It made my heart expand in my chest, placing me in perpetual rapture for at least two months out of the year. I was inevitably intoxicated by the twinkling lights, the smell of cookies baking, our family’s annual trip to the tattered Christmas display at Fountains of Wayne. Keep reading »
I’m back from a girlfriend getaway in paradise. Traveling with a best friend off the beaten path awakened joy in me and soothed my soul, but it also left me wondering: Why can’t I capture that sense of fun and wonder in everyday life? Why do I feel so stuck here in Boston, yet I was free as a bird in Mexico?
One idea: I took off my wedding ring while traveling. I think my naked ring finger gave rise to more open responses and deeper interactions than I would have otherwise experienced. Keep reading »
I had always been sure I wanted to get married, and the longer I dated Dean, the more sure I was that he was the right one for me. That is … until I got engaged.
Dean’s proposal wasn’t a surprise. I was too nosy to not know it was happening, and I enthusiastically said yes the moment he asked. However, once it happened (in a sweet and thoughtful way, I should add), I began to feel these nagging questions eating away at me: Did I really want to be married? Would we be any good at it? Keep reading »
Ideally, a proposal shouldn’t only be romantic or intimate, it should be unique. After all, this is the story we’ll be telling our girlfriends for the rest of our lives, so it better not bore anyone to tears. Top of the Empire State Building? Yaawwwn. Over a candlelit dinner? Cliché! On a beach at sunset? Meh. One suitor who shares a love of New York City history with his girlfriend wrote an email to Scouting New York, a blog run by a film scout that features tons of architectural details and out-of-the way places throughout the city. The emailer was looking for suggestions for a unique location in the city where he could propose to his girlfriend. The blog opened up the query to readers, and the guy ended up going with the first suggestion in the comments, the whispering gallery in front of the Oyster Bar & Restaurant at Grand Central Terminal. What’s a whispering gallery? It’s a usually-domed architectural spot designed in such a way that if a person standing in one corner whispers, the person standing in the other corner will hear the whisper as if the speaker were standing right next to them. The night of the proposal, he led his girlfriend into the whispering gallery. But how did the proposal go? Find out after the jump. Keep reading »
Not sitting around waiting for an engagement ring from Tiffany? Can’t stand traditional when it comes to getting to the altar? The Red Sole Bride recommends these adorably sentimental Forget Me Knot rings by WhiteFly on Etsy. Cast from real string, this reminder from your betrothed or beloved will ensure they forget you not. The silver is a recession-friendly $65, while the gold will set you back a still-reasonable $425. [Red Sole Bride] Keep reading »
My husband and I are married not because I said, “I do,” but because he said, “I’ll do it.”
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Being the modern, liberated, well-educated woman that I am, I never thought I would mind the man in my life going to a strip club. Years ago, I would even occassionally join my guy friends for an evening at a gentlemen’s club. It meant free cocktails all night, and have you ever seen the ladies’ room at a strip club? The restrooms are girly bonanzas that range between the cosmetics aisle at a drug store to a miniature Sephora. Plus, strippers on their bathroom breaks have the best gossip. “Desperate Housewives”? “Days of Our Lives”? Child’s play in comparison. Keep reading »
Before my husband and I could have a Catholic wedding, we had to attend Pre-Cana. It’s like Driver’s Ed. for engaged Catholic couples. In theory, it’s a great idea. Couples are counseled en masse on a wide-range of topics, including compatibility and conflict resolution within marriage, the theological meaning of marriage, and Catholic rules couples might like to follow (like those regarding birth control). But we weren’t too excited about the prospect of our Pre-Cana. Keep reading »