Sunday, June 13, 2004
I won't be wearing a veil.
Nor will I be wearing a huge meringue-like dress in 'silk-duchesse' (I have no idea what duchesse is), with boned corsage, puffy sleeves a la Krystel Carrington, generously strewn with rhinestones/pearls/beads/whatever.
I won't write my own promises to my future husband.
Nor will I promise whatever it is I promise in from of God and Mankind -only Mankind.
I won't be releasing 5 white doves to the sky at the end of the ceremony (one for each year we've known each other).
I won't have photos of me and my groom and a pond in the countryside (swan optional).
I won't have a photo of me, cheekily revealing a blue garter to my betrothed, promising kinky things to come.
I won't have a blue garter.
I will, however, and kind of am already, get excited about getting married.
Nor will I be wearing a huge meringue-like dress in 'silk-duchesse' (I have no idea what duchesse is), with boned corsage, puffy sleeves a la Krystel Carrington, generously strewn with rhinestones/pearls/beads/whatever.
I won't write my own promises to my future husband.
Nor will I promise whatever it is I promise in from of God and Mankind -only Mankind.
I won't be releasing 5 white doves to the sky at the end of the ceremony (one for each year we've known each other).
I won't have photos of me and my groom and a pond in the countryside (swan optional).
I won't have a photo of me, cheekily revealing a blue garter to my betrothed, promising kinky things to come.
I won't have a blue garter.
I will, however, and kind of am already, get excited about getting married.
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