Well, I’m sitting around waiting for Trieu to get back from work, and I thought I’d update the wide world out there (or at least the close friends who actually know about this site) on our recent wedding activities.

This weekend was filled with serious wedding-ness, starting with our first caterer tasting. On Saturday we tasted what might be the worst food on the planet. There was nasty shrimp salad, undercooked rice, soggy spinach, and even soggier salmon. This (along with an extremely salty chicken roulade in what looked like clotted cream) precipitated some truely horrible digestive issues. Not only for Trieu but for me (that’s when I knew it was bad).

After coming home and resting our stomaches, I went online to order paper for our invitations. Through the mysterious forces of the Internet, I ended up looking at books on wedding cakes (which led to looking at old pictures of Faye Dunaway, for some reason). Anyway, I got terribly excited about making my own wedding cake, which prompted a trip to Borders. Which prompted looking at every available wedding book, and taking quizzes about “whether you know your fiance/e.” Just a note: Trieu does not know as much useless information about me as I know about him.

After our ultimately futile trip to the bookshop (I will update later about whether making one’s own wedding cake is a totally stupid idea), we came home and tried to finalize the wording for our RSVP cards. The time was 11 pm. Anyone who has ever tried to socialize with us in the evening knows this story will end in disaster. And it did. We ended up arguing about whether to state room choice as a “preference” or as a “willingness.” This evolved into many other, more petty (if you can believe it) arguments, which had me thinking: Why can’t Trieu just be like a normal male and stay out of this process altogether.

But after all is said and done, I’m pretty glad Trieu has butted his anal-retentive self into this process. Most of the time, we’re pretty good at making decisions together, and the fact that we do things with such democracy is one of the reasons I love him as much as I do. I just have to keep that in my mind as we go through all this wedding craziness. Just keep that nasty chicken roulade away from us and we’ll be fine.