I haven’t posted in ages, but that’s okay. I mainly did this blog as a class assignment, but now I have graduated, moved to Chicago and taken an intellectually numbing job as an Admin Assistant at an investment bank. Oh, the glories of employment desparation.
So to bring you up-to-date, all of you fantasized readers, my wedding happen. Everything went off fantastically. I had very low expectations about the aesthetics. I really didn’t put much thought or effort into it, but it was honestly, and know this is completely cliche, the happiest day of my life. It was amazing to have all the people I care most about in this world surround my partner and I, and sharing in the moment of publicly committing ourselves to each other.
Everything showed up on time. Everything rang smoothly. I didn[‘t have to deal with parental politics, and best of all, my husband surprised me with a trip to Disney World. We left that evening directly from the wedding, and we stayed a couple of days. I had to start classes on Monday, but I skipped the first couple of days due to my spouse’s planning. I’d never been, and I had been telling him I wanted to go to Disney World for our honeymoon for the longest time. It was an amazing time.
So that about sums it up. Oh, and I ended up taking the husband’s last name. I know I had previously stated that I would hyphenate, but I gave in. I eventually came to the conclusion that my last name was my father’s last name which had been his father’s last name and so on. No matter what I did I would be participating in the patriarchal structure of surnames, and I’d rather be associated with my husband through my last name than my father.
That’s all of the feministing updating I have for today, and here’s a pic from the wedding for good measure:
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