Posts Tagged ‘peydamewed’

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The Great Hall

July 16, 2015

The man also touring Fremont Abbey interrupted us for a third time. He didn’t say, “excuse me,” or give us an, “I’m sorry.” He just continued to be oblivious to normal human courtesy. When I saw him later at the coffee shop around the corner, I wanted to “accidentally” trip and spill my coffee on him. I refrained. The Fremont Abbey was nice but it looked worn and tired. The furniture was included in the price, but for the money, I would prefer that it wasn’t.

At the Melrose Market Studios in Capitol Hill, we ran into another couple looking for wedding space in 2016. Our host accidentally booked us at the same time. Two Alex’s, one time slot. She blasted Come Together when I asked about the sound system. The music reverberated off the exposed brick walls and was amplified in the empty room. If the space was a little bigger or if we were not going to have the ceremony on site, it would have been the perfect place. But sadly, it was too small.

We ultimately decided on the Great Hall at Greenlake. It had everything we wanted. 1. It is located in Seattle. 2. We can choose our own caterer. 3. We can bring our own alcohol. 4. It holds 150-175 people. 5. The weekend we wanted (July 30) is available.

So we booked it last March. So, we have a venue and a date (it has only rained 9 times in Seattle on that day). Next week, we continue the search for vendors with interviews scheduled with photographers and day of coordinators.

We have just over a year until we throw the biggest party of our life. We cannot wait.

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“Nick, this is the special occasion.”

March 2, 2015

An hour before I asked Alex to marry me, she was explaining to me that she might have to go back to Group Health later that evening for additional tests. The doctors were pretty sure that she had her second ovarian cyst in six months but were waiting on some blood work to confirm their suspicion.

I told Alex that should be fine since our dinner reservations were at eight. This was of course a lie. There were no dinner reservations at eight. In fact, I was freaking out because our closest friends were gathering in 45 minutes at Quinn’s, where I had planned to surprise Alex on the night our “anniversary” and ask her to marry me in front of them. And one rogue ovarian cyst was about to ruin the best laid plans.

We met at Quinn’s in Capitol Hill three years ago. It was a Friday night. The rain pissed down from the dark February sky. From my hazy memory of that evening, I remember we sat at the table by the window. I remember the flickering candle light that was illuminating our cocktails. I ordered something with whiskey. Alex ordered something with gin. We had two drinks each. I wore jeans with the suit coat I bought with my Fantasy Football winnings a month before. At the end of happy hour, neither of us wanted the night to end. So we walked to Smith. Almost a mile uphill. The rain picked up and our umbrellas provided the only respite from the cold February rain.

I remember there was a wait. Alex ordered the fish. I ordered the pulled pork sandwich with either an Olympia or a Rainier. I thought the pulled pork presented me less as a carnivore than the Smith burger would have (Alex was a pescetarian at the time). Despite only knowing each other for a couple of hours, I knew I had stumbled upon something special. And I hoped for the best as we parted for the first time.

Within a year, we moved in together. After two years together, we spent three weeks in France. Soon after we got back from abroad, we had a joint banking account. And we knew were going to get married. We settled on a ring. All that there was left to do was simply ask her.

I asked Paul if he had any Champagne that I could buy from him. He didn’t. He asked me if I had some. I said I had a couple of bottles that I was saving for a special occasion. “Nick, this is the special occasion,” Paul quipped.

I lied to Alex and told her we had reservations at Westward. I told her that the restaurant had a random buyout on that Tuesday and the earliest reservation was at 8:00 p.m. I did this so I could suggest casually a drink at Quinn’s. Meanwhile, I had asked our closest friends to come to Quinn’s for dinner without Alex knowing. I wanted to propose in front of them. That afternoon, I had dropped off the wines for dinner. Now, I just needed to her to get to Quinn’s.

Around 5:30 the lab results came back clear. No additional tests needed. Alex was relieved for obvious reasons. I was relieved for obvious reasons. I suggested that we go to Quinn’s for a drink before Westward. She agreed. I packed two more wines into my messenger bag.

As it was a Tuesday night, Quinn’s was relatively quiet. The hostess had left her stand and I suggested to Alex that we go find a seat. We headed upstairs to the communal table and we saw everyone there. They quieted down. I said the following:

For the last year or so I knew I wanted to do this in front of our closest friends. Such a life event should not be just for the participants involved but also for the witnesses that have helped carry this journey forward. Especially, as someone who has kept their dating life as public as I have.

These past three years have been a blur. And it is hard to remember the life I had before meeting you. Often when I recall going to a particular restaurant, I always think it was you by my side. Not one of the random numbers that came before. And while we may have known that we are going to spend the rest of our lives together for some time, we both know it is time to make it official.

On this day three years ago, in this very gastropub, we met on a rainy Friday evening. We talked about the meaning of life. Death. Purpose. Existence. In these three years, I don’t think we have figured out the answers to these topics. But I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you trying. Alex, will you marry me?

She of course, said yes.

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Genesis: #peydamewed

November 21, 2014

Over the summer, Alex and I decided that we are going to get married in 2016. It happened rather organically. Basking in the glow of our French vacation in April we were excited for our next trip. And to take that much time off again would require planning.

When thinking about our next trip we realized that in 2016 we will have been together for more than four years. And it was time to make it official. Italy would have to wait, or become our Honeymoon.

In the beginning of our wedding conversations, Alex would have preferred that we get married next year in 2015. But the event planner in me was panicked at that prospect. We don’t have a venue. Or a guest list. Or even a plan. Not to mention the other million other details we need to figure out. And probably the most important detail not completed is the fact that we are not even engaged.

So we agreed, summer 2016.

Months later, we are working on the guest list (it is at 200). We have started to scour yelp reviews on potential venues. And we have agreed on our current top priorities (mine: food and wine; hers: the ceremony and venue). We both don’t give a shit about the cake (it should be good), or flowers (let’s have some, but doesn’t need to break the bank), or invitations (we are going to make them at home).

Much like new parents, we are receiving a lot of unsolicited advice from our friends and family. Everyone has an opinion. And I/we have to remind them that this is not 1970s/80s anymore. The wedding business has changed. And while my parents were married in the sleepy town of Cheney (today population over 10,000), we are getting married in the largest city in the Pacific Northwest. For better or worse, there is more than one caterer, one venue, one florist, etc, etc, etc. This will be unlike anything my parents did when they were married. They are slowly realizing that.

So the last couple of years, I haven’t written much in this blog. Stories about our daily life together is very boring. Take today for example: During breakfast, Alex drops bagel crumbs on Miles. Nick teases her and tells her she doesn’t love the cat. Alex rolls her eyes.

Well at the very least not as exciting as some of my past dating stories like the one about the date told through text messages, or the girl I asked out with my business card, or the girl who told me she was married to my former co-worker.

But our upcoming engagement and wedding provides me an opportunity to write more about our relationship and the craziness of a wedding. And hopefully it will be interesting. And hopefully, you will find it funny.

Next time on #peydamewed: Nick and Alex go ring shopping; offered espresso; Alex realizes that she wants bling.