Weddingbee bios

 

Me:

Born and raised in the Philly area

SEO account manager and fashion blogger

Music snob, movie hound

Love my beagle Basil (rhymes with "dazzle")

The Boy:

Born and raised in western Ohio, moved to central PA for school and to Philly area afterwards

Indie music fan, wants to watch every movie ever made

Works in design studio of music company

Loves geeky stuff

The boy and I met through friends. I was good friends with these two guys, S and T, that I worked with. They went to college together, moved to Philly at the same time, got a place and one got a job at my company, then got the other a job there.

A few months later, a third friend of theirs from college moved to the city as well, and moved into their third bedroom. They also got him a job at our company. That was my future beloved.

We called the guys "the triplets" since they lived and worked together. I was way closer with the first two guys because the boy was very shy, and because he had a girlfriend who lived a few hours away and he spent every weekend with her. I'd always thought he was kind of cute, but didn't think much else about him.

Eventually he broke up with his girlfriend and started hanging out with us more. He and I realized that we had a lot in common, but I still just thought of him as a friend. He used to come by my desk at work with mix CDs that he made for me, and the guy I sat next to kept saying "He totally likes you!" but I didn't believe it.

At one point, after I'd known him for a little bit more than a year, he and I made plans to go see one of our favorite bands with another friend of ours. At the last minute our other friend backed out, so it was just me and the boy. We got pretty drunk and were also so giddy about the music, and at one point, I found myself kind of wanting to kiss him. That was the first time I'd really had that feeling. When we left the bar that night, we kind of had a moment where I thought we might kiss, but we didn't.

A couple of weeks later, another friend of mine had a party that was called a "Pimp and Hoedown" where people had to come dresses as a pimp or a ho or a cowboy or a cowgirl. A bunch of my friends went, including all of the triplets.

I was kind of flirting with the boy on and off that night. At one point, one of my girlfriends and I stepped outside to get some air. A few minutes later, the boy came outside and my friend excused herself in an oh-so-subtle manner. The boy looked all shy and cute and said something kind of silly like "Can I kiss you?" and I all goofily said "Okay!" and then we were making out outside of some bar, while we were dressed like cowboys!

We started casually dating after that, but I wasn't looking for anything serious AT ALL. Eventually, though, he won me over with how sweet and cute and funny and nice he was. And here we are, about six years later!

The end.

The boy and I had been talking about getting hitched FOR-EV-ER. But he just kept saying that the time wasn't quite right.

In October of 2009, we were out at a bar and fairly tipsy when he said "You know what? Let's do it. Let's get married!" We discussed it the next day when we were both sober, and agreed that we were really ready.

Shortly afterwards, we started looking at rings. I wanted a vintage ring and I picked it out myself. He bought it and hid it away. This was November.

I had the feeling that he'd propose either right before Christmas, or on Christmas, for the simple reason that he'd want to tell his family in person, and we were going to see them for the holidays.

But, the day before we left to go on our annual 10-hour drive to Indiana, the boy's father called us to tell us that the boy's grandmother was in the hospital and probably wouldn't make it to Christmas. We left early the next morning and I figured that the proposal wouldn't happen. But that was okay, it wasn't the right time.

However, while we were in the car, the boy asked me to get his allergy pills out of his messenger bag. While I was digging in the bag, I found the ring! But I didn't say anything.

The boy's grandmother ended up making a miraculous recovery and I figured that the proposal may happen after all.

And it did, after we opened all of our presents on Christmas day. He said, "Wait, there's one more present," and he gave me the ring in front of his family.

It wasn't a grand gesture, but that's fine. We're not grand gesture people. It was simple and nice and lovely.

The boy and I decided to forgo the maid of honor and best man, and just have three bridesmaids and groomsmen. The reasons for this are twofold. First of all, the boy's groomsmen are his two older brothers and his one "unofficial" brother, i.e. his brother's best friend who spent more time with the boy's family than his own. He doesn't want to pick one person over the other to be his best man. In my case, I'd pick my little sister, but she lives in the Netherlands, so it would most likely be the other two girls doing most of the work with me. So to make things easier, all members of the wedding party will be created equal.

Anyhoodle, here are my girls:

Okay, number one is my little sister, "C." C has been living in Europe since 2001 - six years in Paris and the last few in a suburb of Amsterdam.

Then there's my friend "K", who I've known for ten years.

And "J", who I've known almost as long.

 

I'm so excited to have these girls standing up with me!

The boy is having three groomsmen: his two brothers and his "unofficial" brother.

Here they are at his older brother's wedding:

 

L-R: J (unofficial brother), my boy (the youngest brother), A (oldest brother), T (youngest brother)