Emily’s big day

When I get married, I want my wedding to be the simplest wedding a wedding can be. It’s going to be in the backyard I can see in my peripheral vision right now. The pool I can see out of the corner of my eye will be covered by a glass dance floor, or maybe if that’s too much we can just place a nice fountain in it that will make that lovely trickle noise I adore.

Everything’s going to be white. The contrast from the bright green of the grass to the white of everyone’s clothes will be absolutely stunning. I don’t want it to be traditional. I don’t want to be the only one in white. Everyone else should be blank too. It’ll be a small ceremony, so the chairs (white, of course) will form small rows and then reveal a bright green aisle. I’ll be holding a bouquet of lilies (picked from our lily patch, of course) and my bare feet will complement my grandmother’s or my mother’s wedding dress (I have to choose). I don’t want to spend hundreds of dollars on a gown I’m only going to wear once.

That’s my dream wedding right there. To make it complete I’ll need the bridesmaids, groomsmen, and, of course, a groom to call my own. I don’t know who that’s going to be yet. I have the rest of my life to figure it out. Right now I can only dream.

I can only hope that my wedding will be as cool as Jill and Kevin’s:

It all started with a record player

A few weeks ago, I bought myself a record player. I was ecstatic to find it at such a good price, and was beaming as I walked out of the store with the box in my arms.

When we got home, I immediately took it into the Living Room and set it up. My parents taught me how to use it and to be careful not to jump around whilst listening to it. My mother and I ventured into the cave (our basement) to retrieve some of their old records to bring back some of the past. We carried armload after armload upstairs to the Living Room and left them in stacks all around the room. I left the ones I bought earlier that day (Coheed & Cambria and a Fueled By Ramen package that were extremely cheap) on the couch and my dad and I had a look-see to pick out what I should listen to first.

I thought my brothers would think it cool for me to have purchased a record player, but they avoided me like I had the plague. They seemed pretty pissed off and jealous that I got to one first and because my parents’ old one needs a new needle thing. Trevor especially because I bought Coheed & Cambria. Because he likes them, I’m not allowed to. Oh well.

My dad sat on the couch as I rifled through stack after stack, holding record after record up seeking his approval. All of the ones with his name written on them were the ones approved – all of the ones with Barbra Streisand on the cover were kept in a pile that I would not listen to. Sorry, mom.

I have discovered a whole new music taste thanks to my record player (though it does have a CD player, radio and iPod hookup included, I tend to listen to records on it more). I found out that I love the bands Sweet, REO Speedwagon (You Can Tune A Piano But You Can’t Tuna Fish), Joan Jett & The Black Hearts, The Knack, Boomtown Rats, Supertramp, Cheap Trick, Pink Floyd, London Town and some Pat Benatar. I still love Escape the Fate, Paramore, Tilly and the Wall, and all of the other bands I have always loved, but I am now broadening my music taste. It’s cool to think that my parents played these records once at the same age I am now. I wish I could go back and meet the teenage versions of them. My mom and I would be identical, and I bet my dad and I would have fun listening to music together – just like we do now.