My mom got invited to a wedding recently and the couple has one of those The Knot websites. In the beginning, when I was weighing starting this blog, I looked at the options of wedding websites. I thought, I could do that, but why not just start an interesting blog instead.
Interesting. Hah.
But then last night I checked out the friend's website at The Knot. And it was pretty neat. Plus, it has a privacy setting so that you can give extra information to guests (instead of a lot of invitation fillers) and then you avoid a bunch of wedding crashers.
So last night I decided to check out The Knot and see if it was for me. And well, it isn't exactly, but I went through with it anyway. BUT DON'T look for it, because I'm not done. The thing about The Knot is that it is a little bit sappy. And I just am not. You have to fill out an "about the bride and about the groom" section. I had a lot of trouble with these--I want it to be interesting even for people who already know us...and that was difficult. Then they had a section for "How we met." It probably didn't help that at the time I was watching Love Actually and they have all those great "how we met" stories. I dabbled in making up a new story for the entertainment factor.
For instance:
While hand-writing my first book in the south of France, Joey came by and offered me a fresh cup of tea. He took my old cup and my only copy of my book was swept up by the wind into an icy cold lake full of eels. Together we dove in trying to salvage the book. I left France two weeks later for home. Upon arrival, I realized my love for him and ordered the Rosetta Stone language kit to learn French quickly. I went back to France and met Joey in his new place of work where he had learned English in case I came back. We spoke to each other for the first time with understanding, and he proposed just months later.
Or:
In my hometown of Puerto Penasco, MX I was poor and impoverished. At 18, I decided to make a run for the border into the United States where I could get a better job and earn money to send back to my poor family. I crossed the border at Imperial Beach during the National Sand Castle competition. Joey was there with his family viewing the castles and our eyes locked over a sculpture of a treasure chest. Joey knew there was no treasure in the sand but instead just beyond. He swept me away to Los Angeles where he provided for my family and I until I could get back on my feet and we were wed.
Or even:
At UPS the student government was always throwing crazy events like Jello Wrestling and Pie fights and de-stress fests on the campus lawn. At one such event, Joey conquered my lifetime dream of being hit in the face with a custard cream pie. Being the first to acknowledge and then follow through with efforts to fulfill my dream, I immediately fell in love with Joey. To show my love for him, I pelted him in the face with a chocolate cream pie.
But alas, we don't have such an interesting story--and I doubt most people do--but wouldn't it make it so much more interesting?
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9 comments:
Not so. I am highly interested in the fact that MY BROTHER CLEANED THE BATHROOM. I still don't know if I believe it!
I don't think those other stories are all that interesting. this being LA, you should do something involving traffic...you were stuck next to each other on the 405, started talking through your open windows and ultimately you decided to follow him to a near-by starbucks to kill some time. You spent the rest of the day just talking then drove down to the beach to hang out in the sand. Neither of you ever made it to work, and you've been inseperable ever since. At least that story has a California Flair
Dodger fan Dave, I like how you think. Maybe I will use that story later, you don't think the sand castle one was CA enough? As if you don't know 1 illegal immigrant.
I have one of the knot webpages, and I am similarly anti-cheese, so I just skipped all those sections on about the bride and groom, about the attendants, and how we met. Our is purely for information about the event!
One afternoon while I was carrying a giant yellow Crayola home from my creativity class, a friendly young man asked if I played the trombone. I was pleased and surprised that he would notice. I told him that no matter how deep the ocean is, you can still break a glass with a hammer. And we've been together ever since.
Have you ever heard of 55 word stories? There is a competition and even collections of these. I think you should hold a contest. The rules are pretty simple: 55 words. No more. No less. The stories that make it into books usually have a twist at the end.
I love the 55 word story that I think I read about in A Whole New Mind!
Well... if anyone is interested, please shoot me an email containing a 55 word story about Carrie and Joey and I would be happy to compile!
How'd you choose Puerto Penasco? That's the only place in Mexico I've stayed overnight.
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