I Love Love

now, the wedding industry is goliamammothical and the travel industry currently eats dirt in the corner, so this may not be all bad.

but am i that guy? the guy who writes a book about getting married in weird international locations and then, if that sells, gets hooked up to write articles for Bride magazine about places to honeymoon?

wait.

that doesn't sound bad at all.

if there's one thing i'm absolutely certain of it's that bridal magazine are absolutely starving for content. and it makes no difference what that content is. they just need new things to write on the cover so they can sell their collection of pictures of ugly poofy bridal gowns and godawful expensive jewelry.

i'm also fairly sure that if i could make a living going on honeymoons that i would be butt-wigglingly happy.

what do you do for a living? i go on honeymoons.

hmmm... professional lollygagger. professional romanticator. that does seem acceptable, no?

what i really need to do is write up a treatment for my book and then pitch articles to all the different bridal magazines about it. sell Modern Bride an article about getting hitched in the Marquesas and sell Bride an article about a Tasmanian wedding and sell I'm Big and Poofy magazine a story about getting wed in Madagascar. then each magazine can give me some cash for the piece and i can collect the pieces into a book with a pre-built audience.

then i can sell the book immediately upon finishing my first multi-year honeymoon and transition neatly into pitching myself as an expert on honeymoon locations.

i understand all sorts of resorts and travel companies will pay your way to check them out if you're writing an article in a major publication.

they have a word for that sort of job.

the word is whore.

sticks and stones may break my bones but i'll be drinking margaritas so i wont really feel it.

madhavi's mum is here. i met them both last night for dinner. i brought them each a bouquet of flowers. tulips for mum and irises for madhavi.

see? i've got this whole wedding industry thing sussed. i've got a FLORIST.

it was awfully strange to meet mum. i mean, i'm ENGAGED to madhavi already and then *poof* she's got a mother. strange strange strange. mum was pretty jet-lagged but we talked about bagpipes and grandparents and stuff. i didn't get too good a feel for who she is, though. jet-lag and all.

so far so good, though.

i picked up the dinner check which made me feel awfully adult. treating mom.

we interviewed a photographer we like. her name is renee. her stuff is purty and she got some real solid recommendations from her previous clients. they say she's really good at being unobtrusive and still getting good shots. which is important because i hate the ever-present photographer thing.

click-click-click-click. stand over there! move your head! lick this badger! longer, longer.... and hold it! good! next badger!

i said NEXT BADGER!