Friday, August 27, 2010
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Monday, August 16, 2010
A long time ago in a galaxy far far away a group of strong willed Goddesses noticed that women were simply not prepared for marriage. Nothing in our society had prepared them, so they came up with some rituals in order to ensure a woman could pass easily from single gal to wedded woman in a way that no bridal magazine ever could. It has come to the attention of the Goddesses of Marriage that you have lost your way on this journey towards becoming a Mrs. They see you struggling with understanding the true meaning of the word “hitched”. You don’t seem to truly comprehend “till death do us part” as forever and ever and ever.... and ever. You have yet to embraced “love, honor and OBEY”
So, young Teri, you are being sent on a quest to find your inner bride. You have a mere 45 minutes to begin your quest. First you must put on the bridal armor provided. This will protect you and keep you safe.
You will also receive a satchel with helpful items that you may use on your journey. Then you must solve the riddle and go to the location provided. There you will meet a guide who will provide you with sustenance and knowledge. Once you have achieved what you need to at each location you will be sent or taken to the next.
At each location you are expected to find one of the following:
- something old
- something new
- something borrowed
- something blue
- You are also required to provide photographic and written proof that you were at each location (see camera and passport provided in satchel)
We have one question... do you accept your quest?
I think we all know the answer to that one:
With trepidation in my heart, and the world's largest tutu around my butt, I made my way into my chariot and looked over at Mister Man, who was a bit mum and sheepish. "You know what that is?" I said, pointing the camera at his nibs. "THAT is the face of deception".
Weeks ago, he'd "booked me" for a big BBQ that was "supposedly" being held that day by one of his colleagues. In fact, the night before, I'd baked the world's largest Perfect Blueberry Crisp to TAKE to this so-called "BBQ". It was a RUSE!!!!
In any event, I guessed the first riddle and Mister Man dropped me at Thomas Haas. Golly, was I nervous when we drove up, me with a veil on my head, held there by a tiara that said "Bachelorette on the Loose", wearing a ridiculous fru-fru skirt and clutching a bouquet of yellow fabric flowers with a feather duster at the centre. I nervously stepped inside the door, and to my utter delight, cast my eyes upon Bunkle!! The Beautiful Bunkle who had a double baked almond croissant waiting for me. And, in the middle of the hustle and bustle of the wedding prep, a miraculous thing happened: we sat, drank coffees and had a fabulous heart to heart. It was a beautiful thing.
We also followed the orders of the goddesses and Jan went in search of "something new" for me. She rooted around in her bag to find something iconic to bestow upon me, and found a brand spanking new Special K pedometer!! (and yes, I DO plan to wear it on the wedding day - in lieu of a garter......)