Wedding Wednesday: Standing on Ceremony.

I am not sure what happened to the last week, but it seems to be over. Where does the time go? The time that I don’t spend whining about how quickly the time goes, I mean.

Anyway, when we left off I was telling you that I hired a judge. I should specify that I hired this judge to perform the ceremony at the wedding. This might seem obvious to you, but both the Actually and a friend of mine, when told I had hired a judge, asked “What for?” in concerned tones.
Oh you know. Just to have one in my pocket, in case I am indicted for something. I’m always thinking ahead.

Anyway, he is adorable, my judge, and he is a real judge who judges actual criminal trials. This last part makes me a bit uneasy, because what if someone he sent Up the River bursts into the room and shoots the judge in the middle of the ceremony, splattering fresh blood all over my pretty, pretty dress? I suppose this is just a risk I will have to take.

As for the ceremony itself, it is still in the early stages. Here is what we have so far:

“Blah blah blah, blah blahblah, blah blah blah”

(Ring exchange? Vows?)

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you Husband and Wife!”

So, as you can see, we still have a few details to iron out. (Sidenote: Is it just me, or does the whole “by the power vested in me” part remind you of He-Man? No? Just me?)

I do know that our walking-down-the-“aisle” music will be Dinah Washington singing “What a Difference a Day Makes,” and I know that people will probably be standing around us in a sort of half-circle, except for the old or infirm, who will sit. I know that I will walk into the room on the arm of my very dapper brother, and that I will definitely have to invest in some waterproof mascara. I know that this weekend the Actually and I will be discussing the ceremony, and I know that I am a bit apprehensive about this. Remember the bear/robot incident?

I’ll bet the Actually will have a field day with wedding vows.