married

I’m back in Glasgow, and I’m a married woman. Oh. My. God.

Yeah.

I’m just glad it’s all over. The ceremony itself was pretty painful. The registrar was totally suspicious, and kept giving us looks, and reminding us of the solemnity of the vows and all that. She read some cheesy ass “Love is forever” speech, with lines cribbed from literature and poetry, and all I could think about was “Who wrote this shit?” while trying not to laugh. I did smile though, which is more than Richard, who maintained a somber façade the entire time and did not make eye contact during the exchange of the vows, garnering even more suspicious glances from the woman. Ah well.

Then there was the build-up. It’s been difficult readjusting to life in Glasgow, with Richard, in this flat. I’ve been really spoiled with all the excellent modern amenities back home. And Richard’s gotten used to having everything in the flat exactly how he wants it, so that I can’t put down anything without him rushing over to move it, which grew rather annoying rather quickly as I tried to unpack. Within hours of me arriving, we were already bickering. Not exactly a good sign. I started to panic that I had just made a huge mistake. Ack!

Luckily, it died down a bit, and I got on with settling in, going shopping for a wedding outfit and electrical supplies, playing with my new food processor/blender, catching up with old friends. I’ve even been networking, in hopes of getting in at the Herald soon. So things are well on track so far. Fingers crossed. And now that the dreaded deed is done, we can get on with our lives as before. It’s almost as if nothing happened, except now I can live and work here in ease.

After the ceremony, our witnesses, Alison and Patrick, came round to our flat and had coffee and watched and episode of Freaks and Geeks. Oh yeah, we know how to have a party all right. Then Alison and I went out to lunch. Yup. Richard stayed home. Ha! What great newlyweds we are, eh? Hehehe. I returned after lunch and the two of us just hung out, ordered in some pizza - YUM - then made our way to pop league.

It was a pretty good night. I was in a great mood, lots of people turned up, and John played several songs, including New England my Jonathan Richman, in my honour. Aww! It was lovely! I drank quite a bit, danced even more, and socialized loads. It felt good being back at the Woodside. Some things never change. We even splurged on taxis, both there and back. Richard sure knows how to treat me right.

Today’s my birthday, and it started with breakfast in bed - French toast with peanut butter and maple syrup, and Richard’s first ever attempt at a smoothie. Next on the agenda is bowling, followed no doubt by lots of eating and drinking. Who knows where the night will take us. And there might even be pressies! Wow. Better than I’ve come to expect these days. Birthdays become significantly less exciting the older you get, don’t they? Hmm. Ah well.

Did I mention how freezing it is? Ack!