Priscilla and I met about ten years ago when she consoled me through some heartbreak. It took me a little while to see the forest for the trees. After living and traveling together for 8 years I finally proposed right after finishing my doctoral thesis.
I took Priscilla to Gribblehirst park and feigned a request for her to read my thesis. When she opened it up to take a look she saw the first page - the dedication.
'This thesis is dedicated to my fiancee Prischilla. Well, my soon to be fiancee, if she says yes.'
Thankfully she did.
We had a semi-Mexican theme, so Priscilla sent me off to Rembrandt one day with my groomsmen with that in mind. (My Mum was helping, too.) I thought the dark grey looked nice, and I prefer 3-pieces, so that was that—nothing too complicated! The groomsmen were all wearing the same (slightly different from mine) suit, with ties to match the ladies’ dress, although we let them pick their own shoes so they could show a little individuality.
I had been to a few friends’ and relatives’ weddings and—it may sound crass—I’d always looked forward to the reception more than the ceremony. I thought I’d feel the same way on our day, but getting to quote Ralph Wiggum in order to tell Priscilla how much I love her, in front of all our family and friends, was the most fun I’d had.