And the marriage begins! 

Of course, the following has not yet been completed:

1.  The dress.

Chinese Red Wedding Dresses

Have I seen the dress that my sister has designed for me?  Um, no.  Am I concerned?  Actually, no.  Will I even try it on before the actually wedding date?  Not sure.  My sister and I are the same size, so whatever fits her will probably fit me.  (BTW, the above photo is a joke.  I shall not be wearing a big question mark down the aisle.  Hmmm… although I won’t be walking down any sort of aisle, so I guess you weren’t concerned.)

2.  The location. 

East Village Garden

Has the garden where we’re getting married in the Lower East Side actually written us back to confirm?  Nope!  Have I reached out a couple of times to confirm?  Surprisingly, yes.  Shouldn’t I be worried?  Probably, but I’m not.

3.  The post-wedding lunch.

Have reservations been made?  I’ll let you take a guess.  However!  My future mother-in-law did plan our Sunday Mother’s Day brunch.  Phew.  She obviously knows what sort of daughter-in-law she is about to get!

4.  The officiant.

Apparently, unless The Doctor’s brother all of a sudden becomes a priest/rabbi/whatever, the marriage wouldn’t be recognized.  But!  Two of my other DomestiGal friends used this certified-ceremony-woman who apparently does fab wedding ceremonies (she did a wedding in Central Park for one of my friend’s, and another wedding on the Hudson for the other).   The Doctor took me into his arms last night and said, “Um, honey.  Did you know we’re getting married?”  And then demanded that I get out my day planner so that we could plan a day to meet with this certified-ceremony-woman (CCW).

5.  The rings!

Sue's Former Moissanite of Dreams

Hello.  You all know I’ve been trying to get my moissanite-of-dreams.  Unfortunately, the moissanite, upon arrival, was not that dreamy.  But, I did get confirmation yesterday that my cushion-cut engagement ring (and wedding ring friend) will be arriving in the mail soon.  We still have to get The Doctor’s ring, which, I can assure you, will be 5 times the cost of mine.  (The Doctor can be a wee bit fancy.)

Anyway, I hope this email didn’t give DomestiGal Jen a complete break-down, as I know she’s stressed enough with her own wedding plans and MBA classes!

xx,

Sue

Jen,

Obviously it will come as no surprise to you to hear that The Doctor and I did not watch the Oscars.  (You know me and Fashion do not have a good relationship.)  Instead, we were out with The Doctor’s former art teacher to celebrate her unmentionable-but-fabulous-80-something years of existence.  People, this woman dated Marlon Brando for a few months but then dumped him for an intellectual.

Need I remind you how smokin’ Marlon was as a young man?

Yummy Part 1!

Marlon as a Young Hottie. No doubt staring at a DomestiGal!

Here comes Yummy Part II:

Could Marlon Brando compete with Michael Phelps' chest?

I mean, seriously.  Are Michael Phelps and Marlon Brando from the same genetic pool of Flawless?

But totally not the point of this DomestiGal’s post.

Here’s my question:  after 2, 3, 4, 5 years of dating or marriage, what do you and your beloved talk about?

What. Do. You. Do?

The Doctor and I were discussing this recently.  We’ve been happily domestic partnered for the last 6 months, and, as all of you lovelies know, we’ll be married in 2.5 months.  However, we’ve come to wonder:  have we gotten into a boring relationship routine?

Let me try to explain this to DomestiGal Jen, who simply won’t understand.  (You see, Jen, not everyone moves in with their beloved after 6 weeks, runs the NYC marathon together, arm-in-arm, after 6 months, and then moves off to romantic London a year after dating…)

Anyway, The Doctor and I have never had a lull in our conversation; in fact, I can’t get him — or me — to shut up!

But, we have developed a pattern where we go out to one fabulous dinner after another, and then come home and watch Hitchcock, or Werner Herzog, or some other black and white film.  So, we’ve been wondering:  are we (and our taste in film) boring?

I’ve always identified as such a freak — how could I be boring?

We decided to do something about it immediately.

I decided to take him snowboarding with me and my friends one day.  That was fine, but while The Doctor has many, many talents, he isn’t exactly an athlete.

Instead, we decided to go see Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night.  It turns out we’re both more into Sartre (Obviously, as why else would we be having this relationship existential crisis!  The Lawyer will understand, as I met your fiance while studying Sartre and Camus in French class!).

Finally, The Doctor taught me to play chess.  Brilliant!  While I’m no Bobby Fisher, this has been quite fun, and become our new “hobby” of sorts.

I had this conversation with 2 of my girlfriends recently.  My friend, Priya, said that she and her husband decided to take a poetry class together, just to do something fun and exciting.  My other friend, Misha, mentioned that she and her fiance started playing tennis.

What about the rest of you DomestiGals?  I’m really curious to hear what goes on in DomestiGalLandia during this relationship “crisis” of sorts.
Love,

Sue

Jen.

I mean.  This is just beyond the beyond.

I am drooling and weeping at the sight of your gynormous and bee-u-ti-ful ring of dreams.

Oops! This is Sue's moissanite ring of dreams!

But back to you.

Clearly I am drooling because the monster-of-an-engagement-ring with baguettes and diamond side stones will be the envy of all your MBA girlfriends.

And I’m weeping because the diamond ring is so bright, that I think it has caused my slanty Asian eyes to get a bit weepy.

But mostly I’m weeping out of relief.

Thank the Goddess of the DomestiGals that you have finally, finally, finally received your diamond ring of dreams!  Now we can all RIP.

I mean, should DomestiGals be shut down now that you’ve gotten your engagement ring?

Seriously, what are you going to do now that you’re actually engaged?  Since you’ve planned your entire wedding, I think you might actually be able to *enjoy* your engagement!  You may as well just buy an orange wedding dress for fun just to prance around in.  Oh wait — or worse!  Why don’t you make your bridesmaids wear orange dresses and infuriate them!  How fun!

Jen's bridesmaids should dress as courtesans!

You see, this is why I could never have a traditional wedding.  I would simply torture all my poor little bridesmaids and make them all walk down the aisles with poodles in matching orange dresses!  Ha!

Imagine me in orange dress above!

Okay, now that’s actually making me want to have a wedding.  I should probably just stop. right. here.

Congrats, Jen!  I can’t think of anyone who deserves this amazing engagement ring more than you!

Love,

Sue

Sue,

I am a new woman.

I am an officially engaged woman!

YES! Yes I am! And no, I am not just trying to re-steal your thunder after your shocking and wonderful wedding announcement. The Lawyer really proposed, for real, with the ring, and it has been sparkling on my finger for four days!

This is the first you’ve heard from me because, frankly, it’s been a little difficult to focus and get anything done with the Ring of Dreams on my finger. It is the most gorgeous and amazing engagement ring I have ever seen (if I do say so myself). I can’t believe I get to wear it for the rest of my life! Though I do hope I get used to it a bit more than I am now, if only to increase my productivity and actually pass my MBA program.

But anyway. Back to the bling.

You remember I said I liked this moissanite choice of yours, right?

Well, my engagement ring of dreams is basically like that, only more fabulous! Round center stone with 4 prongs, a gorge tapered band with 7 - count ‘em, SEVEN - side stones on each side, 2 baguettes and 5 square diamonds.

It. Is. Beyond.

But now I am already obsessing. How to keep it clean? What to do with it when I go to the gym? What about washing my hands? Ack! It’s like having a child or getting a puppy!

Only way, WAY more fabulous.

xoxo,

DomestiGal Jen

DomestiGals,

So, I have a secret.  It’s a bit of a dirty very-unDomesticPartner-sort-of-secret.

The Doctor and I have decided to go from being Domestic Partners to Partners in Wedded Bliss.

That’s right – we’re getting married!

But, before everyone goes and flips off their wedding veils and starts planning a DGals online bachelorette party, I have to admit a few things:

1.  There will be no white wedding dress.

It will be red and hotter than hot as my youngest sister is designing it!  Here’s a sneak preview!

Sue

Okay, just kidding.  It won’t be *quite* so slutty.  (Just a little slutty — don’t tell my lil’ Asian mama!)

2.  There will be no church wedding.

We’re getting married in this community garden in the East Village of Manhattan.  (Please no comments about Miranda from Sex and the City getting married in a garden.  People, her wedding was in the West Village and mine will be in the East Village.  Tres, tres different!)

Here’s one photo of it!

East Village Garden Wedding

3.  There will be no diamonds.

Don’t faint, DomestiGal Jen  I’ll still be excited for you once you receive your diamond engagement ring 10 years from now!

PS:  I mean, I’m still completely open to fake diamonds like moissanites.

DomestiGal Sue's Moissanite!

PPS:  Is it bad if I only want to get married so I can have my fake diamond???  I mean, of course not, right?

Anyway, DomestiGals.  Of course there is no other group of gals I’d rather be celebrating with!  I’ll keep you ladies updated with events as they progress!

xx,

DomestiGal Sue