an incredibly self-absorbed exercise, in which I interview myself about The Wedding Experience, Nintendo 64, and Poetry Seminars, in that particular order

One month and 24 days have passed since marrying the man I wanted to marry, which means I have now had ample time to relearn how to make Jigglypuff sing in Pokémon Snap. I mean, reflect on how magical my wedding day was and write a thoughtful analysis to make all of you envy me and my still-gallivanting rainbows of love bliss.

But rather than do that, I will now engage in an incredibly self-absorbed exercise, in which I interview myself about The Wedding Experience, Nintendo 64, and Poetry Seminars, in that particular order.

REGARDING THE WEDDING EXPERIENCE 

Q) The old English saying goes, “Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue.”

A) [long pause] I’m sorry, was that a question?

Q) Yes.

A) OK, well my hairpiece was a vintage piece from Prague, which a dear friend sewed pearls onto and sent over for me. So that’s old.

Vintage wedding hairpiece

My dress was new. I thought I wanted to borrow one, but then I went shopping and… the money jumped from my hands.

I borrowed this gorgeous freshwater pearl and bead bracelet from MaryBeth, who also did my hair and make up for the big day.

bracelet something borrowed

And my toenail polish was blue.

Q) Did you put a sixpence in your shoe?

A) I don’t even know what that is.

Q) What was the hardest thing about planning the wedding?

A) Picking the date was pretty darn stressful, but that was nothing compared to compiling the guest list. We knew we wanted a small, intimate wedding, but there were also tons of people we wanted to invite. In the end, we narrowed it down to family and individuals we just couldn’t imagine not being at our wedding, especially those individuals who knew both of us as a couple. I am a major people-pleaser, and I still have nightmares about people being offended they weren’t invited, but I know we made the right decision. A large wedding wouldn’t have been our style.

Q) What was the deal with Andrew’s shoes?

A) Andrew wore dress shoes for the ceremony, but before the wedding and during the reception, he wore Nike Dunk Lo Pros. Because that’s who he is. For a while he had me convinced that he was going to wear them for the ceremony too.

One of my earliest memories of Andrew at Auburn involves stalking (I mean, looking at) this picture of him on Facebook:

Andrew tux and Nikes

Here was a guy who was going to do his own thing, no matter what people said was normal or expected, and I found that incredibly attractive. However, I did shoot down his request to wear these particular Nikes at the wedding. (I know, I know. I’m cruel.)

Like really? This color scheme would have clashed so hard.

Like really? This color scheme would have clashed so hard.

Q) From the whole day, what image stands out the most?

A) To be completely honest, the ceremony was a bit of a blur. I remember my dad whispering something about how he was going to push me into the grass while we were walking down the aisle, and I remember being floored by how beautiful Andrew’s vows were (despite being written on Hampton Inn hotel notepad paper), but other than that—all I remember is a hodgepodge of breeze and Andrew’s lips and sunshine and apple blossoms and gorgeous music.

Pews and AltarYellow flower wedding bliss

At the reception though, I saw some things that are burned into my mind forever. At one point, people took props from the photobooth (think lion masks, tiny green umbrellas, fake chickens, and disconnected telephones) and started dancing around with them. It was so surreal. Somehow one of Andrew’s soccer bros started wrapping my mother in a telephone cord and spinning her around. I will never forget that.

Mother of Bride DanceLion mask dance wedding reception

PS. People are STILL raving to me about our band. Shout out to Accent for bringing the barn down.

Q) If you could change one thing, what would it be?

A) I was so ready for things to go wrong at our wedding. I was prepared for the world’s first hail storm tornado. I was prepared for the cupcakes to not show up, my dress to tear, and the reception band to play Cha Cha Slide for our first dance. What I was not prepared for? Everything to go perfectly. Which is, somehow, what happened.

BridesmaidsFirst dance wedding barn

 

I only wish I had a time turner like Hermione so I could have spent more time hanging out with people. I felt a little like I was on a conveyor belt, hugging and greeting everyone on the run all night. But other than that, which couldn’t be helped, no. I have nothing I would change.

Bride and Groom

NOW, REGARDING NINTENDO 64

Q) Gee, Nintendo 64’s are so old. The games must be really affordable now!

A) Incorrect. Mario Kart costs $299.99 on Amazon right now. Can you believe that? TWO HUNDRED AND NINETY-NINE DOLLARS AND NINETY-NINE CENTS. And that’s with Prime.

Q) Everyone is annoyed with how much you talk about Pokemon Snap on social media now.

A) Once again, is that a question?

Q) No, just an observation.

A) Well I never owned a Nintendo 64 growing up, or any gaming system for that matter, but I did go over to Cristina’s house any chance I could because she had one, and she had Pokemon Snap, which was like, the greatest game ever, IMO. When one of Andrew’s friends gave him his own Nintendo 64 back as a wedding gift, we discovered that we shared, not only an apartment now, but also a nostalgia for Pokemon Snap. So we bought it.

Best part.

Best part.

If you would have told me I would be playing Nintendo games a few months ago, I would have laughed at you like Simba laughs in the face of danger, but here we are. (Sidenote: It turns out, marriage changes you a little bit. I now genuinely like soccer, beer, and frequently aww over DOGS, for example.)

REGARDING POETRY SEMINARS

Q) What the bleep is a poetry seminar?

A) I’m about to find out! On Sunday I leave for the Bucknell Seminar for Younger Poets. Supposedly it’s like half writing conference (workshops, readings, lessons, etc) and half writing residency (sit down and write stuff). Only about ten students get to go, and a lot of the alumni are now National Book Award winners and stuff, so I’m pretty pumped. And stuff.

Q) How do people react when you tell them why you’ll be gone for 3 weeks?

A) Assuming they aren’t writers themselves, the reaction is usually some mild form of “I can’t tell if she’s joking or not.” Poetry as a time-intensive pursuit is such a foreign concept to most people; they don’t get it at all. Sadly, when I get in these situations, I usually find myself playing it off like “Yeah, my life is a big joke, HA HA HA!” I totally see how writers’ circles become really closed off and insular. Until you have a best-selling book or something, it takes a lot of balls to defend what you do to people who are out there working “real jobs.”

Silverstein bearded man

Q) I don’t really have any more questions regarding poetry seminars.

A) That’s OK.

Q) Well that’s all the time we have! Thanks so much for taking the time out of your busy schedule to answer my questions, Gabby. Can I call you Gabby?

A) Anytime, Alter Ego. Anytime.