Saturday, February 24, 2007

Cake Update

Yay! I am making a cake! A lemon cake it is! I am experimenting with Lemon Curd and frosting. We shall see what happens...

This weekend I will celebrate two birthdays: my dad's and my future dad-in law's. They both have birthdays this week. The cake is for Alan's dad. I think I will buy my dad some doughnuts, because in general he doesn't enjoy cakes.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Fun and Not Fun

It is fun to go to Trader Joe and buy cheap wine and taste a sip of all the bottles you bought. It feels like a grown-up thing to do. I would like to learn more about wines...

It is not fun to scrape your arm on the velcro of your own skirt, repeatedly, while at work. It looks like a cat got me.

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Getting Married 101

So now I am totally engaged, and thus totally obsessed with "marriages". I do not even know where to begin to explain how complicated and ridiculous getting married is. Here is my first attempt:

First: getting married is a social event. There is no way to get around this. The entire reason "marriage" exists is for the continuation of society; this is the foundation of the concept of marriage (This is at the root of why people get pissed off at people who elope). Therefore, if you are under some strange delusion that entails your marriage is actually only about you, you are helplessly wrong, and you do not understand the concept of marriage.

Second: Based on fact #1, A marriage involves having a party of some sort where all your family and friends celebrate the beginning of your new life in society.

Third: Since this marks the beginning of your new life, and a social event with the gathering of all the people you care about, you feel obligated to host the best party you have ever thrown in your entire life, in order to impress everyone. This is where things get complicated and ridiculous.

Fourth: The average marriage in California costs around 27, 000 American dollars. That alone is enough to make me sick. A wedding celebration usually only lasts 5 to 6 hours. To spend the amount of money that some people do not earn in one year, over the course of six hours is mind boggling. This is a problem. This problem can be solved in several ways:

4.1: Make the father of the bride pay. As my wise father clearly pointed out at my meager suggestion of his involvement in the celebration: this is an ancient ritual that dates back to the times when fathers (and men in general) paid to have their useless female descendants married off, because women were burdens that made no money. My father was clearly against this sexist ritual, me being a feminist and all.

4.2: Make any parent pay. After all, there are four. Surely one of them will be moved enough by your young love to help you out in this time of need.
I have several issues with this solution. I do not like taking money from people. And, people who contribute lots of $ to your event will inevitably have ideas or suggestions that you may not enjoy... but since you are not paying for it, you must oblige. This is clearly a not-modern solution to a modern wedding.

4.3: Pay yourself. After all, it is your wedding. In order to claim that your marriage is truly an event revolving around you and your fiance (thus tweaking and modernizing the concept of marriage as a social event), this is the only way to proceed. But starting off your new life in debt is not very appealing. Therefore, you must either be rich or very frugal.

4.4: You must reach a compromise between being a feminist, a modern bride, a modern couple, what society means to you, and what your dream wedding will be.

Fifth: There is a lot of coordination after #4 has been dealt with. Now the wedding planning can begin. I have always laughed at the idea that it takes some people 12 months to plan 5 hours of their life. However , based on #3, this should come at no surprise.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Details, Details

I’m getting Married! To the most wonderful man in the world!!! I’m sure by now you have all read the wonderful fairy-tale like story of the night Alan proposed. I would like to add a few details of my own:

OMG! It was the most romantic evening of my life! I ate and drank and celebrated the New Year completely oblivious to Alan’s designs. Looking back I should have seen the signs… but I think marriage was the last thing on my mind that night. Therefore, I was even more surprised when he proposed.
After my answer, and a couple moments of utter brain-numbing-surprise-space-out, I came to the realization that I was engaged. I started hyperventilating.
Have I mentioned that I ate and drank quite a bit, and that I was wearing something very similar to a corset, and that I was obviously very excited. I thought I was going to faint. I had to rush off of the boat once it docked, through the streets of Paris, underneath the Eiffel Tower, to the Hilton Hotel, to take off the awful garment that was not allowing me to breath (All of this in high-heels).
We spent the rest of the week wondering through the City of Light, enjoying all the sights and complaining about how much people smoke in restaurants. I love traveling during winter; it is much more calming and relaxing. Besides, after all the Christmas hectic-ness and consumerism it is nice to just get away from everything.