It’s a phenomenon I thought I’d explained like this: exhaustion and intravenous drugs. “Too much downtime” and “Desire To Return To Running Man Robot-ing” were also plausible answers. Whatever the cause, here is the effect: I get super-peppy-pop-songs stuck in my head… when I’m sick. Oddly, healthy days are spent reciting overly emotional lyrics to whiny… Continue reading A Spoonful of Mayer
It’s demanded that wedding decor be a reflection of the couple’s tastes. Tom leans towards the simple and fresh while I typically fall face-first into the OMG (Oh My Gross) category. My personal taste tends to come across like one of those abstract splatter paintings. Others want to like. They squint, stare, and try to appreciate the… Continue reading Deanna Does Details. I…Mostly Do Donuts.
Two weeks before the Big Day, our favorite urban cowboy rock star had to cancel. He was technically the third musician we had booked to play a live set before and during the ceremony. So, I handled the dissappointing change in plans as I had the two times before: I laid facedown on the floor and… Continue reading Apparently, A Music City Wedding Needs Music. Apparently.
Anyone who’s ever organized a wedding knows that the best laid plans are paved with dumb intentions. Suckers are big, burdensome cobblestones just waiting for the chance to stub your toe. This being my first go at throwing a marriage party, I had to learn of my shortcomings the hard way. From hidden expenses to the realization that… Continue reading Dakota Jay Saves The Day: Why Your Bridal March Is Begging For Some Banjo
I sat down to write a prolific post. I had every intention of using very vague metaphors that somehow relate wilted flowers to world hunger. I would use fancy words I found in the dictionary, and none of you would correct my misguided usage of said fancy words because you wouldn’t know their definitions either.… Continue reading Jiggy & Getting With It