Second, enjoy these videos taken on my recent honeymoon to Thailand (including a hilarious airport layover in Tokyo!)
We get to the Tokyo airport and what’s the first thing we see??
Oh, it gets better in Tokyo:
Fire-Juggling in Thailand!
Me on a long slide to nowhere at the infamous Full Moon Party
And my personal favorite video, three “ladyboys” (local slang for men living as women) lip-syncing to ABBA’s “Dancing Queen.” What makes it even better is that it was filmed at a Muay Thai boxing event! The ladyboys were between-fight entertainment!
As many of you know, I got married this past weekend! (I’m so sorry I couldn’t invite all of you…it was a smallish affair at the Red Corral Ranch in Wimberley, TX.)
It was, quite honestly, one of the greatest, most incredible and mostly indescribable days of my life. If that sounds trite, I’m sorry…but that’s how it was.
I’m not going to give you play-by-play of the entire week of events, because that’s not fun for me to write or for you to read. However, here are some highlights:
- Washington, DC, is DEFINITELY not a state: Marisa and I live in Washington, DC. You know, the capital of the United States of America. It’s a unique place, as it is a city, not a state. That being said, “DC” is considered a place you can live in by the USPS and virtually every form of communication and standards. Hayes County, Texas, however, is not included in that list. They only issue marriage licenses to people that live in STATES…not the United States of America. The District of Columbia, once again, the CAPITAL OF OUR NATION, is not included in their computer system as a valid address. Thus, our marriage license says we live in “Washington, Other.”
- Voices: We came up with a concept for the ceremony called “Voice.” During this section, seven specifically-chosen people were invited to read a quote, lyric or line from pop culture, be it a book, song, movie or TV show. To say this went well would be a vast understatement. We got quotes from Dr. Seuss, When Harry Met Sally, Bruce Lee and others…but Roman stole the show with this gem from Sesame Street:
Sometimes me think what is love, and then me think love is what last cookie is for. Me give up the last cookie for you. – Cookie Monster
Marisa’s quote to me made me cry (she traveled the world for nearly a decade before me met):
“All our young lives we search for someone to love. Someone who makes us complete. We choose partners and change partners. We dance to a song of heartbreak and hope… all the while wondering if somewhere, somehow, there’s someone perfect… who might be searching for us.” – The Wonder Years
I did something a little wild and out there. Do you know the Elephant Love Song from Moulin Rouge? The song made of lyrics from other songs? I did something kinda sorta like that. See if you can name all the songs!
If I could plan the perfect day, love, then I would start it just like this
I’m lucky that I’m in love with my best friend
See, I know not everybody has got a body like you
But, I want to rock your gypsy soul
Personally, I don’t see what anyone can see in anyone else but you
Because there’s a hole in my heart that can only be filled by you
Yeah, I’m sure hard to handle
But straight-up, I’m bringing sexy back
So please say to me you’ll let me hold your hand
And promise me baby you’ll love me forever more
It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life
And I want you to know…I said I want you to know right now
I got everything a man could want…I got more than I could ask for
You’re every song and I sing along, ’cause you’re my everything
(I’m definitely waiting for video of this!)
- Control Freak: Let’s just say that our wedding was everything WE wanted it to be. It was such a thrill to hear our guests had such a great time! Case in point: we had an awesome DJ…and I gave him a 45-song playlist and banned all requests. As a former DJ, I knew what I wanted at our wedding.
Our favorite song of the night was a party favorite from my college days, by Alan Thicke’s son! Marisa and I were the only ones dancing (we checked the video), but we didn’t care. It was AWESOME!
- Basic Questions:
- Procession song: “Life is Wondeful” by Jason Mraz, performed LIVE by the amazingly talented Andy Tran!
- Recession song: “For Once In My Life” by Stevie Wonder
- First Dance: “I’m Yours” by Jason Mraz (an acoustic version that’s a trillion times better than the radio edit)
Our Chuppah! We designed it and my mom made it...it's gorgeous and will be on display in our home!
My parents brought my stuffed dog from childhood and presented it to me at our welcome dinner. Umm..thanks?
Marisa looking incredible in her dress!
We had a blast through the ceremony...really!
Getting married!
Hanging with our "DC Family!"
By the end of the night, we were pooped!
I had no idea what to expect or how to feel, but it was the most amazing feeling, living that weekend. From the ceremony, the dinners, the roasts, the afterparties…I’ll never forget it!
If you want to see more photos of the weekend, find me on Facebook (look under the contact tab above!)
The Buzz is going on brief hiatus…and for good reason…I’m getting married this weekend!
I’ll do my best to update my Twitter account, but without Wi-Fi in tiny Wimberley, TX, and with loads of really fun stuff to keep me busy, we’ll all be Buzz-less.
I'm a lucky guy...
Until then, here are some things you can think about:
- Really, where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?
- Who is the better Muppet: Gonzo or Beaker?
- What ever happened to Captain Planet?
- Better George Michael song: Faith or Freedom?
We'll be here in the corner waiting for your answers...
With 12 weeks until Marisa and I get married, we realized that we have to get our (soon-to-be-smaller) butts in gear.
She signed us up for a 6:30am Boot Camp, starting today…a 45-minute intense full-body workout.
Let’s go through my morning:
6:00am – Marisa’s iPhone alarm goes off (ducks quacking). I make gutteral sounds that slightly resemble “Leave me alone, I need my sweet, sweet precious sleep.”
6:03am – I begrudgingly realize that whether I like it or not, I’m going to the gym.
6:04am – Where did I put my clean socks? And my gym shorts? And a shirt to work out in?
6:10am – Balki looks at me and says “Dad, are you OK?” (I speak dog). I respond, “No, son…and this is going to hurt.”
6:15am – I chug half a can of Red Bull. I grow wings.
6:20am – Arrive at the gym, grab towels, start to sweat.
6:31am – We start off by doing some yoga moves. Very nice and relaxing. I almost fall asleep.
6:33am – I realize I am not the only guy in the class!
6:34am – I realize the other guy in the class has a Freddie Mercury ‘stache. The 30 or so women in the class are all shapes and sizes. None as pretty as my Marisa (BROWNIE POINTS!)
6:45am – Already dripping with sweat. When jumping on the make-shift step, I almost slip and break my neck.
6:53am – We finish 15 minutes of lifting weights over our heads while doing other things with the rest of our bodies. I’m surprised that 6 pounds can feel like 60 pounds so quickly. (AKA, Holy Moses I’m Out of Shape!)
7:07am -We punch with weights. I’m fairly certain boxers don’t do that in training.
7:11am – OK, so we did 4 minutes of yoga at the beginning, 38 minutes of holy-hell-I-wanna-die work, then 4 minutes of yoga. I still wanna die.
7:15am – Apparently, it is proper gym class etiquette to give the instructor a round of applause after a class. Please explain this to me!?!?!!!!!!!!
7:20am – Walk home, limp up stairs, hamstrings and quads tighten.
1:18pm – I hurt. A lot.
12 weeks to go…if I don’t look like an Adonis, I’ll be very upset. And I don’t mean Adrian Adonis, either!
(BROWNIE POINTS!)
