Earlier tonight I bumped into our next door neighbor, M. He and N are getting married this summer, coincidentally at a summer camp. (In an even stranger coincidence, he was featured in a documentary L had worked on years before we even moved in to this building.)
M, like myself, is what is commonly called an involved groom. When I saw him at the end of another hot day here in New York, he was in the midst of assembling invitations. He invited me in to his apartment to show me his operation, a folding table set up in the middle of the living room. The table was neatly organized with various types of papers, a glue stick, scissors, envelopes and the actual invitation itself. He seemed to be making progress: cutting stands of paper to wrap around each invitation and then affixing each piece with a small square of paper which he swabbed with a glue stick. It was no easy task and certainly not fun in a hot, New York apartment. When I mentioned that our invitations had been shipped from the printers directly to L's parents' house, M mentioned that not doing that had been his and N's biggest mistake.
So, although it might seem like I'm (yet again) kissing some major in-law tushie, let me thank L's mom for assembling and mailing our invites. As much as I would have been happy to put them together, I'll be much happier with the next job I have to do: installing our air conditioner.Posted by The Groom at June 16, 2004 09:02 PM