Wedding Story: Part 1

Preamble: I know Giz already posted about some of this... but consider that the unauthorized (read: Giz has no patience) version.
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I'm married! Wedding celebrations were a bit intense -- so I'm taking some time to recuperate. I'll take a couple of posts to tell you about everything. When the professional pictures are available, I'll show some to you as well. I actually took some with the blog in mind. :) Hopefully they'll turn out.

The weekend was jammed packed -- Saturday was my convocation and R's was on Sunday. So, we're now officially Dr. and Mr.. So far the answer the question everyone likes to ask is...No, I don't feel any different. So far, being married and living together doesn't feel any different from "living in sin".

The "week" started off with Giz coming to stay with us for 5 nights (but who's counting?). The rest of the time, she stayed in a hotel. Among the three of us (me, R and Giz), we have an expression: "a week is never enough". Say it like an old Jewish mother. The new expression is "10 days is more than enough".

Upon her arrival, Giz went steadily to work on her cookies. You'll remember them from this post here . We put our heads together and came up with a cute design. Giz probably spent 25 hours working on these cookies (for more details, see an upcoming post by R where he will recommend a food intervention).






These suckers consumed my entire apartment, including the daybed Giz slept on. Of the approximately 220 cookies that were made, we have 5 left.

I took in about 45 to work thinking that I would bring most of them home. I must have underestimated the power of "word of cookie".

The week prior, I got a call from R's boss asking me to be in on a surprise potluck they were throwing on his last day at work. I wasn't sure if I would be able to make it across town during my lunch break, but managed to sneak away for a bit. R was so shocked, it took him a few seconds to even figure out who I was - it was so out of context for me to be in his office.



R is a bit of a prankster in the sense that he likes to play on people's gullabilities* (is that even a word?). His boss was so thrilled to pull this surprise off, she was in tears.



With a week off of work and about 25 family members soon being added to the mix, my stress level started to rise on the Wednesday....

* R has managed to, on various occasions, convince Giz that we are going to live as human shields in Afghanistan (no disrespect intended). He also managed to convince Giz that customer service at our grocery store informed him that icing sugar sales have gone up 600% since she came to town.