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

So my youngest sister, who runs the shop, Shoda, from Boston, has recently added baking me and The Doctor’s wedding cake to the list of items she would like to do on May 9.

Mind you, she is also the same one who is designing my hot red wedding dress.

Chinese Red Dresses (But remember, Sue is half-Taiwanese!)

Let’s take a look at same of her sample wedding cakes from the other night.

Jewish Wedding Cake: Oy ve!

Just like Magnolia's Cupcakes

Okay, just kidding.  Sort of.  While my sister did bake these bagels (and, as The Doctor said, “I don’t even know any Jews on the Upper West Side who could make bagels like that!”), I don’t think we need to serve bagels as dessert to our families.

This is what my sister has been working on.

Sue and The Doctor's Wedding Cake: First Draft

My sister, let’s call her Debbie, has already been working on perfecting swiss buttercream frosting, and, I may or may not have requested that Nutella (that’s right Jen, did you just start foaming at the mouth?) be in between the layers of cake.

Hmm… will my cake look like this?

This looks like a cake of baby bottles. Or does it?

Or, perhaps, this?

This would merge perfectly with an orange wedding dress!

Or, ahem, like this!

Simple, elegant and all for me!

Frankly, I could eat that last cake all by myself.  Too bad there are going to be another 14 people at our wedding.

Love,

DomestiGal Sue

DomestiGals,

I finally caved.  I decided to get a proper engagement/wedding ring, as my domestic partner ring is a bit too modest, as my friends indicate.

Let’s review.

Here is my domestic partnership ring that we purchased from Versani, a store here in SoHo where my beautiful friend Yaf has been for almost a decade.

Sue's Domestic Partnership Ring

And here is my beloved Domestic-Partner-but-soon-to-be-hubby’s Ring:

The Doctor's Domestic Partnership Ring

And now for the DomestiGal Drumroll….

Sue's Moissanite Wedding Ring

Well?  What do you think?  Obviously because this is *such* a big deal, I had to make the picture about 10 times bigger than our domestic partnership rings.

Hopefully it’ll arrive this week!  Of course, I’ll need Jen to give me proper advice on how to care for my ring.  I’m still debating how often I’ll actually wear it, as my domestic partnership ring is easy to wear around the gym.  Jen, are you wearing your 55 karat rock when you work out with Colossus, your personal trainer?

Love,

Sue

Sorry, Jen — I didn’t get married at City Hall! Puh-leeze! (I know what your Dirty Domestic Goddess mind was thinking!)

I took a break from my DomestiGal duties today to run down to City Hall and incorporate the parent company of my various businesses.

Now, not to be totally out there, but wouldn’t you agree that forming a corporation is a slightly serious endeavor? That’s what I thought, as well, until I went to do it.

While setting up my business checking account (not the same person who Domestic Partnered me and The Doctor, unfortunately), my banker told me, “Now, when you go to City Hall to set up your business, make sure you visit the coffee guy. Most people don’t know that you can pick up your forms at the coffee shop.”

“That’s really bizarre,” I thought, “Why would I ever go to the coffee shop to pick up business forms?”

Anyway, I took the A train down to Chambers Street, eventually found 60 Center Street, and went through all the various security lines and found my way down to the Business room. I proudly marched myself to the counter, and was ignored by the state employees for a good 5 minutes while they finished dancing around to some mmmm-bop from the 90s.

Finally, this woman comes over to me and asked what I wanted to do. Upon hearing my response, she questioned, “Did you pick up your business formation forms from the coffee shop?”

“Um, what? No, can’t I pick up the forms here?”

“No, we don’t keep corporation forms here. You have to go back up to the first floor and get your forms from the coffee shop.”

I just had to laugh, since this pretty much confirmed that Manhattan is not the epicenter of the world, as everyone thinks it is. So, off I went to the deli guy upstairs, who sold bags of chips, People and InTouch Magazines, and all the documents you need to start a business in NYC.

Sigh.

I think I should have had the deli guy Domestic Partner me and The Doctor, rather than the dude at the bank. It would have been so much more glamorous.

But, moving on from business and back to our bootylicious bottoms.

First of all, a workout can never be *too* hard. After all, no one wants jiggly buns in their wedding dress of dreams, right? I certainly don’t want a jiggly butt in my beehive outfit. (I am competing with the Queen Bee, after all).

Amazingly, I have never thrown up after a workout. I did, however, one time make The Doctor get terribly green after I pushed him too hard with his exercises. He now refuses to work out with me and his personal trainer comes over once a week to watch him do push-ups on his knees. Seriously, the last time I came home his trainer was standing in the middle of our living room completely exasperated and The Doctor was working on his computer. His trainer practically had to beg him to come back and do another set of pretty basic sit ups. I was absolutely furious with him!

Working out the brain does not equal working out the body!

Ladies in DomestiGal land… admit it… what do your guys do that drive you up the wall bonkers?

xx,
Big Business Sue