Santa Margarita Ranch Wedding x
Photography // David Pascolla
So, I’ve been mia lately. Even more mia than usual due to visiting my boyfriend for his fraternity formal. This is gonna be a long humorous, scary, and loving tale. Skip it if you want. It’s mostly just for me and my boyfriend to remember the outline of our week.
Love in airports:
There’s a saying that talks about how airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls. While I believe it’s not true in my case, I can attest to some of the most beautiful loving kisses of my life being in airports. Those are the kisses that stick with you. No matter how long you’ve been gone. That first kiss, feeling that person’s body pressed against yours. Nothing is wrong. Nothing else matters. Who cares how many people stare, be it in wanting or judgement. That moment is yours. There isn’t even words to describe the elation and anxiety, it’s just perfect.
Then you have the goodbye kiss. It’s heartbreaking. You hold onto them for as long as you possibly can. If you’re like me you try not to cry in public. It’s bitter sweet. You know it’s your last kiss for a while. How do you convey everything you have to in that one instant? Everything is wrong. Everything feels off and broken. But it’s sincere. It’s real. It’s shown me how real my love is. If I didn’t care as much or love as deeply it wouldn’t be so agonizing would it?
Miami sketch: So, I went to Florida for boyfriends formal. They had it in Miami. It was a shit show from the beginning. Anyway, we found a hotel for around 100 dollars. Being broke college and grad students we couldn’t spend over 500 on two nights in a shitty looking hotel. No offense to anyone who lives in/loves Miami, but it was NOT for us at all! Anyway, we get to motel sketch and it was literally scary. We just kept laughing at the sketch and figuring hey it was only for one night. Then we hear screaming. Domestic dispute, lovely. Basically we were freaked, decided if when we got back from formal we felt uncomfortable we wouldn’t stay. Backstory: why did we need a hotel? Miami was a 3 hour drive and I didn’t feel comfortable driving that much in a day. Fast forward: essentially things escalated to the point where we grabbed our things in complete darkness and RAN out of the sketch motel. That drive back was so long and we were so hopped up on caffeine but it was so much fun.
I came here with my dick in my hand: During our drive home from sketchville (Miami) and vowing to never go back we found this insane song called “shake ya ass” by mystikal… He actually says “I came here with my dick in my hand”which later became the running joke of life for us. The whole song is one terrible screaming scary rap.
Lesson time: we learned sketchy motels are a no. We also learned Miami is a no. And we learned that truly, we love each other. Even if there are delirious shouts of “I came here with my dick in my hand” for hours. I still have no idea why it’s so funny. And lastly we learned to make the best out of a not so desirable situation.
Twin beds suck: Well, they do when trying to comfortably accommodate two adult bodies. However, my bed feels so big now and I’m lonely. I miss being held and cared for already. Someday we’ll look back and laugh but I’ll always love and appreciate our nights in twin beds. (even if it’s just because I can comfortable sprawl and still be cuddled in the future where we laugh about twin beds)
Closing the distance: finally babe! It’s been almost 2 years of tearful goodbyes, our relationship existing through texting, Facebook, and Skype. 3 months and it’s done. It’s starting to sink in that this was the last time one of us has to leave. After an amazing week with you I’m only more sure of how well we’re going to be when we aren’t separated. You loved me, held me, made sure I got to see a launch, took me to the beach, and so actively made me a part of your life and it was truly excellent. I love you, never forget it. Pretty soon you’ll be home, and I’ll be so excited to have you
It feels like my heart breaks every single time. At least this is the last time one of us has to leave. 3 more months. We got this :)
and I’m like, YO SEASON FINALE OF SHAMELESS!
I’m all like HOLY FUCK BOTH PLEASE HELP MEEE LIFEEEE
*debates whether to buy something* *imagines aziz ansari saying “treat yo self”* *treats self*
THIS IS MARRIAGE!!
Permission to be a bad ass. Nod.
He looks back at the guy like, “SEE THAT? SHE SAID YES. YOU’RE SO FUCKED.”
Like, guys. Sparta was so kick ASS sometimes when it came to women. Spartan women were given these small knives so that if their husbands came home and tried to hit them or assault them, they had a weapon within reach. That weapon was for CUTTING THEIR HUSBANDS’ FUCKING FACES so that when he went out in public everyone would know he was an asshole, abusing jerkface and they would publicly shame him.
I DID NOT KNOW THAT THAT IS GREAT
LET’S JUST TALK ABOUT SPARTAN WOMEN FOR A SECOND.
In Sparta, women could own land and were considered citizens. THAT IS A HUGE BIG FUCKING DEAL. Why? Because that was RARE AS FUCK and there are lots of places TODAY where women don’t even get that much.
Divorce was totally fine, and a woman could expect to keep her own wealth and get custody of the kids because paternal lineage wasn’t very important. And it didn’t make her a pariah! She could totally remarry, no big deal at all.
Spartan women participated in some fuckin’ badass sporting events, too. And because they were expected to be as physically fit as the Spartan menfolk (who all had to serve compulsory military duties, btw, and couldn’t marry until they finished them at thirty) they didn’t have time for lots of swishy dresses. So they wore notoriously short skirts. According to some accounts, their thighs were visible at all times. HOLY SHIT.
Also, In Sparta men only got their names on their graves if they died in battle. And women? Women only got their names on their graves if they died in childbirth. THE SPARTANS COMPARED CHILDBIRTH TO FUCKING BATTLE AND IT WAS VIEWED AS A GODDAMN BADASS AND HONORABLE WAY TO GO OUT.
FUCKING SPARTAN WOMEN. THIS DUDE HAD FUCKIN’ BETTER MAKE SURE SHE’S COOL WITH WHATEVER HE’S DOING, IF HE KNOWS WHAT’S FUCKIN’ GOOD FOR HIM.
^^ I throughly enjoyed the history lesson dashed with the colorful adjectives.