A's parents are pleasant people.

I went up to the botanical gardens (or, as K^r calls them, the tobanical gardens) this afternoon with a friend who desperately needs her life untangled. Unfortunately, I am not the one to do this, as I don't even officially know her life needs untangling. We just don't have that sort of relationship, unfortunately. In any case, we got talking about weddings, and our plans for them. I have very few. I want to get married in a dress that will be able to be worn at further occasions in my life. My mother was married to my father in a red dress that she still wears out to dinner. Mind you, it was the second marriage for both of them. Neither really took it seriously. The process that was. The vows themselves were very serious.

Back to the point. Which I did have. Really. I wanted it (my wedding) not to be in a church, unless the groom had strident views. I would feel hypocritical getting married in a church, what with my views of Christianity and all. I wanted it to be relatively small - those I loved best. I wanted my father to still be alive so that he could give me away, but more so that he could make the father of the bride speech at the reception. My father lives for giving speeches. I want so much for him to make this one. Those of you who know my age (20) would wonder how this could be a danger. Well, dear darling Dad turned 70 this year, and though he doesn't look it, or act it, he still is it. Though everyone declares me Mother's Little Girl, I know the truth. I'm my father's daughter.

Anyway, as I was discussing these matrimonial matters, I was thinking of A. Am I suddenly getting clucky? Honestly. I have no desire to get married. At the same time, I have no thought of anyone but him as my life partner. We fit together so well. But still...

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His parents are nice people. Did I mention that? We had dinner this evening. A long, rambling dinner with good wines and excellent food on large plates. Turkish coffee. Mmmmm... turkish coffee...

These entries are getting long and infrequent. DOUG forbid this should turn into a journal.