The Quick and The Wed
Sep. 5, 2010 11:40 pm
Updated: Sep. 8, 2010 2:30 pm
I did 3 unplanned things on Friday. I got home from my night shift, grabbed a shower and went to a government office to get a wedding license. I then went shopping bought luggage, a purple paisley dress, two beautiful serving platters and a wedding ring.
I went to the nail salon; I got my usual deluxe mani/pedi and decided to try out eyelash extensions. I went home washed my dress, grabbed another shower got dressed. I had three friends meet me and my boyfriend at the magistrates office and proceeded to get
married. Afterwards we jumped in rickshaws and ended up in a swanky tapas bar called Humble Pie.
Ok, the three unplanned things were 1) getting married 2) getting lash extensions and 3) rickshawing it to an unknown restaurant. Only two of these were good ideas.
Never, let me say this again NEVER let someone glue fake lashes to your real lashes. They looked great. It felt like my eyes were filled with uncooked grits by the second day. They last 4 weeks. They do NOT wash out with warm water, as the salon owner
suggested or come off with olive oil, as the internet suggested. I went back to the salon and was informed they don't do removals. I went to Sallys Beauty Supply and got the remover which states on the package "Do not get eyelash remover into eyes, if it get
in your eyes immediately flush eyes with cool water." It took an hour of eye burning hell to get those things off of my eyes and I lost a good amount of real lashes. It also removed my nail polish. Anyway, you are probably more interested in the married part.
To put this in context, my now husband asked me to marry him more than 5 years ago. I gave a tepid "yes" and have put off the wedding at every turn. I have been married before and was gun shy. Some time last week it just occurred to me that I was being
really selfish. I was unwilling to give a complete commitment to the man that I share a mortgage with and have lived with for near 6 years. It was keeping an escape hatch open. My husband is a really good man. We've been through a lot together. When I was
in intensive care/hospital for nearly a month, he was there near every time I woke up. He's still opens my car door, all of these years after courting. He loves everything I cook. We love each other. It's amazing how the nature of our relationship changed
when we got that piece of paper.
Now the rickshaw, I know it doesn't sound like much but I've watched them tooling around downtown for two years. I've always wanted to ride in one. The same thing with tapas; I've heard about them and never been out for it. It was like I woke up out of
the daze and decided to do instead of wish. The whole night was magical. I'm happy ... we're happy. We've got our luggage and are planning a trip to Paris in November. I blogged previously about wanting a small town with no hustle and bustle. At this
moment, nothing sounds better than sitting beneath the Eiffel Tower with the man I love, sharing a bottle of wine, a hunk of cheese and a crusty warm baguette.