Hi. Last week I updated my Facebook relationship status to "engaged," because I think that's pretty much how you tell the internet that you're planning to get hitched. The flood of comments this status change unleashed was overwhelming and wonderful, but I think my favorite one was something along the lines of "I don't think you need to have an actual wedding; just get together some Saturday and change your Facebook status to married. I think Facebook is a Unitarian minister."
So now everyone wants to know the story or the plan, but we really don't have either. We started talking about marriage way back in the early days of our relationship, so it's not like it was a real surprise to either of us to start talking about it again. We basically just decided to go for it and tell our families, and if there was a point of decision it probably happened in the middle of the kitchen or something and it's likely we had some tea afterwards.
When we told my family, though, my mother literally did jumping jacks. And it's good that other people are so outwardly enthusiastic, because the Brit and I really aren't--in real life, we are both rather low-key (if intense).
I think that as with most large decisions I've made in my life, the impact and import of this will become clear to me only slowly and in stages. Deciding on when and where and how to do our wedding is already giving me a window into this process. The only thing I know so far is that it will be small and do-it-yourselfy and timed around the travel possibilities of the Britfam. And I will be wearing a hawt thrift store dress if I can help it.
Anyway, dear friends, if this is the first you're hearing about my beyonce because you're not on stupid Facebook and I haven't talked to you for awhile: surprise!
Today I heard about one million prospective student auditions, which was both fun and exhausting. The really uncool part about the day is that it's snowing, like snowing several inches, which totally caught me off guard when I left the house this morning. I had, in fact, let my guard down w/r/t winter. I'm supposedly making a whirlwind journey to Chicago tomorrow to see a friend I haven't seen in 15 years (she lives in Sweden), and this trip is going to be markedly more stressful if the roads are crap. But unless there's a blizzard in the morning, I'm going to go. I mean, I have a ticket to her concert and I prepaid for the damn hotel, and I can take it slow on the roads. But ideally I'd get down there expediently and have time to go to the Art Institute before the concert. That might be aiming a bit high. And I want to go to the Chicago Diner. And I have thrift store aspirations on the way home. And and and.
More than anything, I need to relax for awhile. My students are in an opera tonight, but I've got three hours in which to watch a movie and eat mini faux corndogs.