Tomorrow is our "Gaian Wedding". I sent out all the invites earlier in the week:
Quote:
The honour of your presence is requested
at the marriage of
Miss V. Wolfe
to
Mr. Oxbridge
Sunday, the twenty fourth of September
at five o’clock Pacific Daylight Time
ShadowCurse's Chapel (7 Barton 1039)
And afterward at the reception
at their home
in the City of Devious Gaians (4 Barton 2731)
RSVP
at the marriage of
Miss V. Wolfe
to
Mr. Oxbridge
Sunday, the twenty fourth of September
at five o’clock Pacific Daylight Time
ShadowCurse's Chapel (7 Barton 1039)
And afterward at the reception
at their home
in the City of Devious Gaians (4 Barton 2731)
RSVP
The odd thing is, our real wedding was a much less traditional, outdoor wedding where we exchanged our own vows at a local garden/arboretum. I wouldn't change anything there for the world, but I always wondered what a more traditional church wedding would have been like.
Well, now I know, it's a lot of work! Even virtual arrangements keep me hopping sweatdrop No caterers, but I've been busy making Chapel arrangements, getting bridesmaid and groomsmen outfits, getting MY dress mrgreen , getting a top hat and tux for Oxy (he's SO cute, even as a cartoon avatar heart ) deciding on the vows (we're doing Book of Common Prayer--just like an Austen heroine would have heart ), making sure the wedding party can make it, getting presents for all the guests, sending the invites, sending the thank yous for the people who sent us presents, arranging the music (we're using streaming radio), and ALMOST forgetting to arrange for wedding photos (screenshots) . And there's the business of trying to figure out how to do wedding stuff like cake cutting, bouquet tosses and dancing in Gaia.
Add to that a general fear that I've forgotten to invite someone, and the related fear that no one will come. *fret fret fret*
Fortunately, I've been busy enough doing other Gaia stuff. The Gaian Theatre Company did its final production of Rent on Talk Like a Pirate day. I managed to get the times wrong, so Blackheart Benny (dressed like a pirate captain) staggered onto the set in the middle of Roger and Mimi's first love scene. I was a bit put out by this, and never did get the "acting flow" going after that, and even got lost in the script. To add to things, I couldn't be there the second act, which was the following day. As pirates say, "AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRG!" (or was that Charlie Brown?)My embarassment, and some hilarious improv by the others, is online at:
http://www.stellmond.com/gtc/piraterent.txt
http://www.gaiaonline.com/gaia/redirect.php?r=http://www.stellmond.com%2Fgtc%2Fpiraterent2.txt
(Benny being filled by KyonKyonKitty and Kimmi when I as "The Landlord" was missing)
Fortunately for me, I didn't get fired after that, and am now practicing for Avenue Q where I play the hyper-neurotic Kate Monster. I'll post the showtimes here later, or you can click on this to go there:
Speaking of clickies, a very nice lady by the name of Black Tigerlily made me this banner for my shop:
Neat, huh? Anyway, she refused to take payment, but I sent her a bunch of bass (she's questing for those) anyway. Like I keep saying, you meet the coolest, nicest people around here. That was at least an hour of work, yet she basically did it for no better reason than she's a nice person. heart heart
Finally, I ACTUALLY WON A LITERARY CONTEST! Yay! Ok, it's a Gaian contest, but I'm still happy. The last entry I posted in this journal won the "story of the week" in MissSnark's eight week literary fiesta. She's not the actual Miss Snark, of course, but it's neat to meet people who actually know who that is (if you don't, and you have any interest in the publishing industry at all, google "Miss Snark Literary Agent" and be prepared to laugh hard and long). Maybe it's a small victory, but the other writers were fairly decent (no illiteracy or sighing emo stories with overlong verbal tags). But mostly, it's just nice to have someone say, "Yeah, I liked what you wrote."
Anyway, enough about me, and my fragile ego----
And that singular anomaly, the lady novelist--
I don’t think she’d be missed—I’m sure she’d not he missed!
-Koko, The Lord High Executioner in The Mikado by Gilbert and Sullivan
An all-unwary maid for but one more day.........
V