Friday, August 10, 2012

7 Quick Takes, wedding style

1- My veil came in the mail today. It is worth mentioning that I tried to purchase this in the store, and the clerk (is that a word anymore?) told me the veil was discontinued and she could not order it for me. She gave me two stores in the Dirty South to call, because supposedly they had the veil in stock and they could ship it to me. I called both, and apparently the South is dirtier than anyone knew, because they BOTH told me that the veil was in stock but in terrible condition.


My MOM found the veil on the website of the store in the first paragraph of 1, and she said it showed no signs of discontinuation, so I just attempted to order it online, and voila. It's here. I wore it at work today to give people the giggles and lighten the mood. My mom says I should wear it to work every day after the wedding. Thoughts? Agree? Disagree?

All of this is a lesson in persistence, which my fiancee is always trying to pound into me. With words. He doesn't hit me.

2- I have been driving around for nearly a week with a box of ornament hangers in my car. I ordered them online thinking they were silver and they showed up BRASS. Gross. Well, interestingly the DESCRIPTION mentions that they are brass, but I am getting married so am I really expected to notice this stuff?

I am returning them for some black ones (I think...?) and I filled out the nifty little exchange form and placed it in the box, but somehow the box has been riding dirty with me all week in the passenger seat of the car with no A/C, and it's no closer to getting returned. Help! I might just order more online, not fool around with returns, and give everyone a BRASS ornament hanger for Xmas 2012. Best idea ever!

3- How many people pay attention to wedding programs? Do you ever keep the programs? This is really important for me to know, because I'm about to start thinking about how much effort to put into these, what content to include, whether or not to make enough for each guest or just make people share.  Etc. Classy, I know.

4- What things ended up mattering the most in YOUR wedding? What do you still remember, from that blur of a day? What things seemed important beforehand, and ended up not mattering? I really want to know. We are down to the wire, and I would love recommendations for things to just SKIP altogether.

5- I am really looking forward to getting married! I just want to be married to my beloved. All this hoopla is funny to me.

6- Traditional vows vs. Writing Your Own vows? Why?

7- What songs do you consider ESSENTIAL wedding reception songs? Not necessarily for dancing, because we're still on the fence, but for background music. I am working up a playlist. English and Spanish suggestions encouraged.

I leave you with a song that I remembered lastnight that certainly canNOT be left out, as well as a photo of our awesomeness. But first, for more and better Quick Takes, check out Jen, the Mother of the Quickness.

We gettin' married! Try and stop us. 

Thursday, August 9, 2012

The Five Senses in Quito - as I Remember

I wish you could smell it. 

It smelled like eucalyptus. Wet grass. Herbal cleaning supplies. Bus fumes. Pollution til you choke. Fresh bread and melted butter. Tea of anise. Dust up from the ground, at someone's foot or a soccer ball sent.

I wish you could hear it.

Horns honking, all of the time. Doorbells ringing, long like a song, and someone yelling down from the third floor to see who wants up. Dogs barking. Roosters crowing. Karaoke. Rapid rhythm -- vibrant emphasis -- near constant laughter of Spanish conversation. Food .... sizzling. Beggars, children, begging in a sing-song. Buses and trolleys rumbling. Volleyballs bouncing on concrete. Vendors vying. Waterfalls roaring, demanding, overtaking, pounding, forcing all the thoughts from your head but thoughts of their majesty; all the breath vanished from your chest.

I wish you could see it.

Faces everywhere. Gleaming smiles and persistent dimples and warm brown eyes and golden-bronze skin. Then, some eyes sad, empty, or spirits broken and breaking in deep-down places. Stray dogs -- everywhere -- the kind you'd pay a grand for in the US. Trash, and the beautiful, hollow dogs gratefully consuming it. Bright graffiti, brilliant, the kind that put you in awe of some talent, yearning to know the message and the fire alive in some artist's spirit and mind. Sloppy and messy, uninspired graffiti, speaking of recklessness, destruction only, no artistic idealism. Concrete, concrete, and more concrete. So much cement. Colors, smashing across the concrete surfaces, dancing across the bricks, defying the starkness of broken glass piercing upwards from soil-like cement. Clouds, reaching down like distant relatives, close enough to touch, if they could be held. Gorgeous, colonial architecture of intruders. Sunset. Green so bright you were in fantasy land. Clouds so thick you should be able to punch them. Native dress so humbling.

Quito, downtown. Sunset. Real sky.

I wish you could taste it.

Empanada de aire. Morocho. Fresh juice from unheard of fruits and vegetables every morning. Fresh, flaky, warm bread every morning. Queso fresco. Milk so delicious. Guitig -- mineral water, right from the earth. Choclo. Popcorn with aji -- food of the gods, if you ask me.

I wish you could touch it. 

Plastic cups with ridges, used to share one drink with many -- many. Cool water. Bubbles on the tongue. Cement seats, or are they steps. Metal bars and plastic chairs on buses and trains. Hand sanitizer. Tissues. Warm mugs in the morning. Alpaca. Volcanic soil. Arms and hands, always ready to embrace. Hot leaves of aloe vera, smearing and heating the sore throat, soothing the swollen parts. Waterfall spray. Reigns -- blisters from pulling. Strap of my woven purse, clinging. The skin on Alma's hands -- weathered from work. The silk of Cecilia's hair, still baby-like, wavy, beautiful.