Jus­tine & I met on May 2nd, 2006. I’d just got­ten a new job, after being unem­ployed for almost two years. Fast for­ward a few months, and we are liv­ing together. Fast for­ward to [December|January] and we get engaged in Puerto Val­larta.

Ini­tially, my idea was to get mar­ried in Seat­tle. We would have the actual cer­e­mony at the Rose Gar­den beside the Zoo, and so close to my house, fol­lowed by a recep­tion at the top of the Smith Tower. We first scrapped the Rose Gar­den because it made things so much more logis­ti­cally dif­fi­cult. After spend­ing months plan­ning for a wed­ding at the top of the Smith Tower, we decided to stop the Seat­tle wed­ding all together.

What was our new plan? First, we apol­o­gized to every­one that had made plans. Then, on to Ice­land. Ini­tially we were going to go to Ice­land for the hon­ey­moon, since there aren’t a lot of times you can go to Ice­land, and we needed to get away from all the peo­ple that flew in from out of town (as tra­di­tion dic­tates.) We fig­ured, if we are going to Ice­land any­way, we might as well get mar­ried there.

This blog picks up here. It is an attempt to jour­nal our thought processes, our moments of “yow — that’s expen­sive” and to help us remem­ber these things as we find our­selves removed from them.

Wish us luck… Greg