After one year of lurking, and less than five months to go before our nuptials, I figured it's high time I begin my own planning journal. (The fact that I need lots of help and advice on everything from people-of-honor clothing to cosmetology is purely coincidental).
Angela and I (Sunny) met on my first day of freshman year at the Univ. of Pennsylvania (NOT Penn State). We're the same age, but I'd taken a year off to volunteer in NYC, so she was already a wise and savvy sophomore. I sat in the front row of our legal studies class, as I always do, and attempted to answer every question (I'm the Tracy Flick type). Angela, all the way in the back row, knew instantly that I'd make a great study buddy, and accosted me on the way out. Of course, she got way more than she bargained for. Word of advice to anyone attempting to mix romance with academics: don't. That grade is by far the worst on my transcript.
We've been planning our wedding almost since the beginning (it didn't hurt that we lived right on Philly's diamond row and therefore had to pass windows full of engagement rings every day). When I spotted the Tiffany blossom ring, though, the wait was over. I wanted it, needed it, I craved it. I'd always wanted a ring that resembled a flower, and this was it. (Well, I'd show it to you if I could figure out how to post links or pictures, but it does look like a small, diamond flower). On October 6, 2006, Angela and I were supposed to be on a trip to my parents' house in Connecticut, and we stopped at my favorite rest stop on the New Jersey Turnpike. (Yes, I have a favorite rest stop--it's the first one you encounter after leaving Conn. and going all the way through NY, which means that I'm usually desperate by the time I get there.) She asked me for a piece of gum, as she continuously does (I'm the big purse person in the relationship), and there was my pretty blue box. Instead of going to my parents, she had booked a lovely hotel in Greenwich, CT, and we enjoyed Champagne and being engaged. The next morning, we continued home so that I could show off my perfect ring and my perfect fiancee (I mean, they'd met her before, but it was still special).
Angela's ring waited about nine months while she deliberated. Ultimately, she chose the Etoile, which has a thicker band, perfect for her big hands (she's 6'1", by the way, and a classical pianist). I used our Lite Brite to spell out "Will you marry me?" on the day before her birthday (engagement on b-day = too cliche, day before = unexpected).
We originally intended to have our wedding (ceremony + civil union) in CT, but when Disney announced its new policy last year, there was no question. Angela's from FL, and we are both huge Disney World fans. Plus, neither of us can coordinate a dinner party for ten, let alone a wedding, and the possibility of a wedding planner was too good to pass up. We'll be the first lesbian couple to marry at Disney World on June 22, 2008!
We've already bought our dresses: I'm going to be the first Disney bride to wear one of the Disney dresses. When I tried on the Belle dress, it was like a chorus of angels singing. Angela's wearing a very pretty Nicole Miller, very simple and straight-forward for my very statuesque bride-to-be. We've also done our planning session with Jennifer (could there be anything yummier than Disney food?), so the cake is set (Mad Hatter) and we have a basic color scheme (very bright and sunny without being overly Rainbow Pride). We've booked the rabbi (Angela's in the process of converting to Judaism), and we've more or less solidified the wedding party (I'll save the soap opera for another post). Other than that, though, we've got lots to do!
Angela and I (Sunny) met on my first day of freshman year at the Univ. of Pennsylvania (NOT Penn State). We're the same age, but I'd taken a year off to volunteer in NYC, so she was already a wise and savvy sophomore. I sat in the front row of our legal studies class, as I always do, and attempted to answer every question (I'm the Tracy Flick type). Angela, all the way in the back row, knew instantly that I'd make a great study buddy, and accosted me on the way out. Of course, she got way more than she bargained for. Word of advice to anyone attempting to mix romance with academics: don't. That grade is by far the worst on my transcript.
We've been planning our wedding almost since the beginning (it didn't hurt that we lived right on Philly's diamond row and therefore had to pass windows full of engagement rings every day). When I spotted the Tiffany blossom ring, though, the wait was over. I wanted it, needed it, I craved it. I'd always wanted a ring that resembled a flower, and this was it. (Well, I'd show it to you if I could figure out how to post links or pictures, but it does look like a small, diamond flower). On October 6, 2006, Angela and I were supposed to be on a trip to my parents' house in Connecticut, and we stopped at my favorite rest stop on the New Jersey Turnpike. (Yes, I have a favorite rest stop--it's the first one you encounter after leaving Conn. and going all the way through NY, which means that I'm usually desperate by the time I get there.) She asked me for a piece of gum, as she continuously does (I'm the big purse person in the relationship), and there was my pretty blue box. Instead of going to my parents, she had booked a lovely hotel in Greenwich, CT, and we enjoyed Champagne and being engaged. The next morning, we continued home so that I could show off my perfect ring and my perfect fiancee (I mean, they'd met her before, but it was still special).
Angela's ring waited about nine months while she deliberated. Ultimately, she chose the Etoile, which has a thicker band, perfect for her big hands (she's 6'1", by the way, and a classical pianist). I used our Lite Brite to spell out "Will you marry me?" on the day before her birthday (engagement on b-day = too cliche, day before = unexpected).
We originally intended to have our wedding (ceremony + civil union) in CT, but when Disney announced its new policy last year, there was no question. Angela's from FL, and we are both huge Disney World fans. Plus, neither of us can coordinate a dinner party for ten, let alone a wedding, and the possibility of a wedding planner was too good to pass up. We'll be the first lesbian couple to marry at Disney World on June 22, 2008!
We've already bought our dresses: I'm going to be the first Disney bride to wear one of the Disney dresses. When I tried on the Belle dress, it was like a chorus of angels singing. Angela's wearing a very pretty Nicole Miller, very simple and straight-forward for my very statuesque bride-to-be. We've also done our planning session with Jennifer (could there be anything yummier than Disney food?), so the cake is set (Mad Hatter) and we have a basic color scheme (very bright and sunny without being overly Rainbow Pride). We've booked the rabbi (Angela's in the process of converting to Judaism), and we've more or less solidified the wedding party (I'll save the soap opera for another post). Other than that, though, we've got lots to do!
Can't wait to see what you have planned and when you get some pictures I would love to see if you have one of that Nicole Miller dress(she's one of my faves). 
(I wish I went to an Ivy league school, but I studied at a conservatory)
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