So it happened. I had my first night of dreams about The Wedding.
These dreams were made up of a few sub-types:
- I was late to the wedding and missed it.
- I had too many drinks during the day and showed up to the church drunk. -Not sure how this would happen…
- Couldn’t find my tux. -This actually resulted in arriving to the ceremony naked…
I suppose this kind of thing is normal when the wedding is a lot of what Claire and I talk about these days, but it sure doesn’t make for a restful night’s sleep.
Every now and then Claire will say something that blows my mind.
Today’s example occurred in a brief chat:
Claire: I think I’m going to grow out my eyebrows.
Jamey: The implications of that statement boggle my mind.
I know that women do a lot of weird things to conform to the modern ideal of beauty. This is something that I know intellectually. But from time to time I’m confronted by the shocking difference between the lives of Women and Men.
This is an excellent example. It never crossed, for one second, my mind that women controlled the length of their eyebrows. I knew that there was plucking and waxing, but controlling the length? Whoa.
The implications that I referred to above are that Claire is constantly reviewing and critiquing her appearance. This review is done to such a minute degree that she’s questioning the length of her eyebrows. My mind is immediately racing:
Does everyone do this?
How can this be important?
Are MY eyebrows too long?
Luckily, Claire interrupted me.
Claire: Nevermind. According to beauty brow experts of the blogosphere, I have good eyebrows.
Taken care of!
Whatever she’s doing works.
I think she’s great.
Very occasionally, Jamey and I get awfully silly.
And tonight we got awfully silly.
I bring you our future child:
The Jamey-Claire baby.
This is our future. Is it a girl? Is it a boy? Why is it blond? Only time will tell.
But for now, I can only say that for the past hour we have had way too much fun with this website and its photo uploading and blending capabilities.
…Now back to your regularly scheduled Thursday evening.
Well, since I’ve been deemed the sentimental one around here (as in, I’m not discussing dying birds), I thought I’d share with you a little snippet of the early days of Jamey’s and my courtship.
What’s funny is that exactly one year ago yesterday, Jamey sent me a link to a video with which I am very familiar. It is the subject of a great historical event that I like to describe as one of the most tragic: for in one single moment, a great historical figure was lost – a Founding Father, mind you.
Yes, I am talking about none other than the duel between Mssrs. Hamilton and Burr.
When I met Jamey, this somehow became part of our early conversation. After all, what else are you supposed to say to a history major?
I leave you with the episode of Drunk History Vol. 1 (rated PG-13 by myself, so you are forewarned if you’ve never seen this hilarity).
I suppose you could say that with this video, the wooing began.