2004-02-25 - 1:10 p.m.
dear diary,
ok! i'm officially married! the dress was black and hot pink, the shoes were cons, the veil was hot pink and the lipstick was garish. no german accents [at least not during the ceremony] but we were married in a library.
i got a great picture of agent j1 [spy name] pulling out a book like it was a lever to his secret dungeon. i wore a wig that sadly looked like my real hair, he wore a fake mustache. we had sunglasses and squirt guns.
we were maintaining ok until the best man/witness [agent goose] had to move his eye patch to the other eye in order to sign the witness papers. the justice of peace started laughing and then he couldn't stop. so we explained really quickly that we were international spies in love. he said "i've never seen you, it's cool."
i told him i was glad i wouldn't have to kill him. then we exchanged rings, and i cried while i said my vows [totally weak and non-spy like].
we were married downtown and why i never thought of having to be "in public" in spy gear never crossed my mind... i'll never know. but people sure stared. nothing says trampy wedding like a pink veil, a dress you have to hold around your knees when you run, and hot pink fishnets.
classy.
we came home and ate strawberry shortcake with our guests [all three of them] and drank champagne to celebrate. and then i took a nap. and then we went to dinner. [don't you hate diaries like that?]
the pictures are ready on friday.
hot damn! i'm married!
HELLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOO TAX BREAK!