Warning: This is a post about big gay wedding things. If you hate weddings and think they are lame, maybe skip this. Or just drool over the pictures below.
Ever since my beaverancée and I got engayged, folks have been asking us three things about our upcoming Gay Wedding Cabaret and Topiary Festival:
1. Who's the man? (Me, I am the man, because I will be wearing pants.)
2. What are you wearing? (Actually, as it turns out, I'm wearing a dress. NOW who's the man??)
3. Where are you registered?
The whole idea of a wedding registry seemed challenging for us. We've lived together for four and a half years and have all the kitchen gadgets and towels that we need. The truth is, the fact that people are coming from near and far to celebrate our big gay wedding with us seems like the greatest gift we could ask for, so that's what I told people. And then they would say "Aw, that's so sweet! No seriously - where are you registered?"
So we thought long and hard about what to register for, because I had a sense that Kate's standard answer of "We'd like that set of $200.00 HD cables from Best Buy" wasn't going to fly with my relatives. And that's when we decided that the gift we'd most like for our November wedding was to go and have a fat lesbian honeymoon afterwards! Yeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaah!! And because the internet is a beautiful, bountiful place, we found a cool way to register for our honeymoon at a great little site called BuyOurHoneymoon.com.
I have to say, I fucking love this idea. You can customize your wish list and register for everything from deeply romantic honeymoon experiences to hepatitis vaccinations to sock yarn. And Shelley and Andrew Green, the couple who created and run it, are fantastic and helpful. I highly recommend it to anyone who's getting hitched but doesn't need china.
Some people, however, like young Melissa, prefer to go "off registry" for gifts. And so it came to pass that a package from Thomas Haas Chocolates arrived at our door yesterday. We swooned immediately upon opening it. But before we opened the case, we took a photo. Because we are geeks.
Please excuse the blurry photos. My hands were shaking with excitement.
Surely it can't - surely there can't be . . . TWO LAYERS??
Oh my holy Jesus, Melissa. Thank you. I . . . thank you.
So . . . that's a lot of truffles, folks. If we eat two of them a day, they'll last for nearly three weeks. Which is perfect, because it says on the box that they're good for three weeks. I will be reporting on the truffles on a daily basis; partly because I know some of you will be curious and partly because it's three weeks into September and this is my first post of the month and it's embarassing.
And so, the first two truffles:
Blackberry Honey * Smooth milk chocolate ganache laced with blackberry honey. (Delicate and sweet and heady - like me)
Marc de Champagne * Milk chocolate ganache perfumed with Champagne and Eau de Vie from Champagne grapes. (Tingled in my nether region)