And as more time passes, I decide that I don't have much interest in a super-typical reception. Not that there's anything wrong with typical and traditional. I tend to be pretty traditional myself. What I want isn't completely off in left field, either. But I think, when I get married, I just want the reception to be a huge party with all of the random stuff I love but can't have in my normal life.
I want one of those ridiculous mall photo booths that print the strips of 5 photos.
I want a soft-serve ice cream machine with a friend calling out "Que Rico! Que Delicioso! Helado de Maquina! How Rich! How Delicious! Ice Cream from a Machine!" (long story), accompanied by a table of sundae fixins.
I want my most favorite street food vendor from right outside my university in Lima to come and fix his to-die-for Sandwich Royal (shredded chicken, potato sticks, cheese, a fried egg, shredded lettuce, ají, and good bread). AND, his name is Tio Bigote (Uncle Mustache) which is unbeatable. His Royal is the sandwich by which all other Sandwich Royales are judged.
Tio Bigote, the love of my (culinary) life.
Instead of a little man and woman atop the cake, I want two turtles stacked on top of one another.
Our first dance might be a gag... but only if we can both do it with a straight face (this ridiculous dance we call "the love dance" that was invented to make me feel better but instead makes me cringe) and only for a few seconds and then we'll dance for real. I can't even watch it with a straight face, so... we'll see.
I won't be getting married for awhile, but I can't wait. I can't wait for the romantic part, sure. But I'm really looking forward for the once-in-a-lifetime chance to have the random things that make me (us...since it won't just be my party) happy. And, no one can say a thing... its whatever we want it to be...its our day, damn it.
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