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Who I Am

Planning for the Mild Wedding is in full swing, so the Mild Fiancée and I have been spending a good amount of our time working on various wedding tasks. As one friend of ours put it, wedding planning is an exercise in project management. There's a good number of tasks, but so long as you meter them out, things get done. Even better for me, the Mild Fiancée is a pretty good partner in crime for that sort of thing, so a good chunk of it has been surprisingly straight forward.

That said, there have been a few amusing stories here and there as a result. I'm sure there will be a few more posts about it all once it has all passed, but one of my favorites involved the wedding invitations. We'd already sent out the Save the Date announcements by this point, so our loved ones knew about the relevant dates. However, once the invitations went out, we had to have a lot of the mechanisms in place (i.e., a wedding website, a functional RSVP mechanism, a registry).

In this particular instance, it was the website that caused the chuckled. Specifically, it involved one of my old college roommates. Keep in mind that we're inviting this person for a reason; it's not like this is someone who I barely remember. We've kept in touch over the years, and we usually have dinner together at least a few times per year. Basically, this is a good friend.

In this case, though, our wedding website unearthed a few tidbits about myself that were new to him. Specifically, that I have a blog where I write posts once a week (read: this one). Curious, he sent me a text message asking about the whole blog thing. I confirmed that I did, and do, in fact, maintain a blog. His response, however, was my favorite part of the whole thing:

Old Roommate: "Who are you??!!"

Maybe you had to be there, or maybe I was just in one of those moods, but that text message made me laugh out loud (in my defense, the Mild Fiancée was also quite amused). Keep in mind, this is someone who has known me for over a decade at this point. That made it even funnier to me, since this wasn't someone who barely knew me.

Who knew the Mild Wedding would lead to this many laughs?

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