Latest Poll Results and Some Secrets Revealed...

Alright food junkies, latest poll just came to an end and the results are overwhelmingly food-centric. I know, shocking.

Beach scored 2 votes. Perhaps I should have put "Nude Beach" for more interest. And yes, there is one in North Truro. And no, I don't know where. But you best believe that by this time next week, we'll possess that knowledge.

Bec delights at the thought of nude beaches.

Witnessing the Hitching and Lawn Games Bonanza also scored 2 votes each. Fair enough. Sometimes food and dancing is more important than bocce and we're ok with that. As for the ceremony part, let's be honest, it's usually not the part about the wedding that gets us going. Which is why Dr. B will be performing our ceremony. And we do mean performing. Prepare yourselves for a good time with a few surprises.

Dancing Your Faces Off came up with 4, and I can promise you, this will be happening. The "must play" list just went out and we've made some good plays. Also, it wouldn't matter if we did. This dude mashes up soul, funk, hip hop, indie rock and pretty much everything else on our respective iPods. It shouldn't disappoint.

We'll just go by Kennedy now, thanks.

Finally, Food and Drink Madness scored the win, pulling in 7 votes. So this is where I tell you the food should be pretty delightful. For the rehearsal dinner, we locked down a taco bar, which will be improved upon by some homemade guacamole and a margarita station run by Jack Gardner himself.

For the wedding, of course there need to be surprises, but I can let you know that we'll be having a grilled cheese and soup bar for dinner. There will be several types of each, stuff you've never heard of in a grilled cheese. And bar snacks to accompany these bad boys (those will remain secret, something has to, right?).

Future Wife. At least for another 12 days.

If it helps, think of it as a dinner at our house. In other words, tons of snacks, and then when you're too full for dinner, you eat it anyway. Add a signature Sean cocktail to that (Bec's personal fave of mine) and we'll be having some inebriated good times on full stomachs. See you guys in...

LESS THAN TWO EFFING WEEKS!

The Groom

I think this is a really great time to talk about this guy:


In 2.2 weeks, I will have the honor of getting married to this mook. There are so many reasons why this is awesome. Let me tell you what some of them are.


He's really good at lawn games.


He's one of the funniest people I know - and also one of the kindest. He takes excellent care of me when I am sick. Also when I am grumpy. Also when I am neither sick nor grumpy. And sometimes he comes up behind me while I'm making dinner and says something so funny that I have to sit down on the floor for a few minutes to recover.


My dad LOVED him. This is criteria not to be taken lightly. While incredibly loving and overwhelmingly supportive, my father was not a man who just ran around handing out compliments like handshakes. If Marc Orchant said he loved you, it meant he would walk over hot coals for you. EAT hot coals for you, maybe - if for some reason that was actually something anyone would ever have to do for someone else. My dad also liked to mention that I am prone to hyperbole.


He loves his brothers.


He really loves his brothers.


He really, REALLY loves his brothers.


The man makes one hell of a cocktail. He also writes what I will hyperbolically call the greatest birthday card messages of all time.


He loves funk music, 80's action movies, 80's action heroes with mustaches, thrift store t-shirts, tortellini en brodo, swimming in the ocean, Buffalo Trace bourbon, key lime pie, having the books organized on the bookshelf and most happily and luckily me. This guy, in all his sweet silliness loves me.


I could not be more excited. Because, as it happens, I love him.

Holy Crap!

Guys! Did you notice, August is here! How and when did that happen?

We spend the past weekend in Cape Cod, closing out some final details for the wedding. But don't worry, they were all fun.

Lawn games were purchased. And yeesh, ladderball is so on! That game was fun enough that we didn't play bocce one time. It's serious, dudes.

Interesting tidbit: I was told by my aunt, who lives in Florida, that this game is affectionately known as Redneck Horseshoes. However, when I did a Google search for such term, I was met with this rather disturbing photo:

So clearly there are some terminology discrepancies regarding this game. Toilet seat horseshoes, however, hmm...

Oh, by the way, I also came up with Testicle Toss as another term for ladderball. Adorable.

And now, back to this blog post.

Details were finalized. By that we mean we bought some stuff. Should I tell you what it was? It's not particularly exciting, but all part of the day, so I'll hold off.

Wine was imbibed. For real. We had a family wine tasting, several of each white, sparkling and red. I think we decided on quality stuff, but we were pretty buzzed by the end of it and ladderball was calling our names, so hopefully they were wise decisions.

Finally, we met with the Officiant. And discussed the ceremony. Which is gonna be amazeballs. And pretty quick, we promise. No one wants to sit through an hour-long thing, let's get to the food and booze already, #amiright?

Oh, and speaking of food. Here's a hint.

Word.

Flash Forward.

Imagine yourself one month from today.

You spend the day traveling.
Or hanging out on the beach.
Or antiquing.
Or sailing.
Or eating fried seafood.
Or chowder.
Or lobster rolls.
Or roaming the streets of P'Town.
Or combos of the above.

As that day winds to a close, you swing by 3 Edgewood Way.

Find yourself at a relaxed BBQ in the backyard.
Rehearsal dinner.

They'll be people there.
People you recognize.
People you don't.

Drinking.
Eating.
Listening to music.
Dressed casually.
Enjoying the late summer sun.

This continues into the evening.

You meet new people.
Chat with old friends.
Play some lawn games.
Eat too much.
Drink too much.
Drink too little.
Sit around on picnic blankets.

When it's all winding down, you go to wherever you're staying.
Think about what beach to hit in the morning.
Whether surfing is a good decision.
Or if you should just look for the best salt water taffy instead.

Get some rest.
Tomorrow night, it starts again.
Same thing all over, only this time, we're getting effing hitched.

See you then.

Seven Weeks...

And things are rolling right along. Some of you have discussed the details of the wedding with us. However, what many of you might not know is just how collaborative an event this is.

You know by now that Marcy Gallegos was the mastermind behind the invites.

But did you know that our friend Alex Bliss is baking the cake?

Or that Lauren Gardner (no relation, oddly, or is there?) is in charge of the photos? With some assistance from Jim Flood, no less.

Also, we're proud to announce that none other than Beth Manchester will be in charge of the officiating. This could be the beginning of a long, successful career as an officiant. Or it could just be a once off. Either way, it's gonna be sweetness.

Marc Balgavy and Erik Courson are masterminding a custom-made cornhole set. Marc has also expressed interest in honing his flower arranging skills. We'll be taking him up on this offer.

Dan Raphael, Sujan Hong-Raphael, Luke Tucker and Jennifer Suh are providing assistance with pickles and flowers, not to mention D&S have provided us with the ringbearers in the form of their offspring, Sam & Otis (see STD post for photographic evidence). Also, Luke will likely show us funny Werner Herzog videos during the lead-up.

And we're sure this won't be all the help that'll be provided by friends. There are many others that will be hanging during the week, assisting us with drinking, lawn and board games, going to the beach and listening to copious amounts of music.

Our friends rule.

*Photos by Sean. Except the one with him in it. Not sure who took that, someone in the Cape.

About That Rehearsal Dinner...

In line with the rest of this event, the rehearsal dinner is going to be a hangout. It's an "if you're in town on Friday the 27th, come over for some grilling in the yard" type of event. 

No big to do. 

Shorts. Tees. Sundresses with pockets. Flip flops and floppy socks (not literally, it's a poor choice).

We'll make a bunch of food, play some games, break in the house and yard for the wedding the next evening.

There's a good chance we'll be spending a portion of that day at the beach by the house, so come over early if you want to go with us.

Food will be served around 7:00, so come a bit early if you want to get some sunning and beering in. Veggies will be taken care of as well, so no stress for the non-meaters in the mix.

So, About That Poll.

UPDATE: The poll closed this weekend and it looks like bocce and gun fighting tied for first place with 9 votes each! It was pointed out that having gun fighting during the cocktail hour would cut down on catering needs, so we'll be sure to factor this in.

Second place was a tie between croquet and cornhole with 3 each. And horseshoes is the sad last place finisher with 2. We also had a write-in for badminton. Which, if it had been on there, obviously would have shut down all others. Badminton is maybe the greatest sport known to man. At least of those where you can hold a drink in one hand yet also perform vague exercise-like activities. Sorry bocce.

Anywho, the next poll is up and concerns booze. You would do well to vote on this sucker.

If you've been on here recently, you've noticed the new poll.

No, not the one about Phil Collins and Rod Stewart (which might have been a trick, but you passed it witgh flying Rods), but rather, the one querying your lawn game preferences.

There will be lawn games. That much you can count on. Since the poll will be changing to something new soon, here's what we had listed: bocce (obvs), croquet, horseshoes, cornhole (heads out of the gutter, it's the beanbag toss game [again, heads out of the gutter!]) and gun fighting.

If there is something you feel we missed, or worse, something so offensive that you'll vom at the sight of it, please let us know.

Oh, btw, prepare yourselves:

That is all.

Photo by Sean Gardner