This week in impossible/stressful/ridiculous wedding tasks, we plan our ceremony.
Which will happen in…. oh…. two months.
Scene: The Boy and Me looking over possible wedding ceremonies provided by our lifesaving officiant
The Boy: Do you want to do our wedding vows like a duet?
Me: What in the world are you talking about?
The Boy: Like this
[He shows me a supposedly contemporary exchange of vows in which the imaginary paper couple appear to read a very long, very drippy poem, alternating stanzas between bride and groom]
Me: I would prefer the phrases “you crept toward me” and “dandelion fluff” to not be included in my wedding.
The Boy: Alright then.
Me: In fact, the only way I will exchange vows with you in a duet form is if we sing them. Like West Side Story.
The Boy: What in the world are you talking about?
And that is when I realized that everything I know about romance, I probably learned from musical theater.