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The Unity Road Writings – Wedding or Wrestlemania?

192 Days to go.

This past weekend I decided to be a little proactive in the process of putting this wedding together. After all, I’ll be very honest, if there was a meter to decipher the amount of work put into making “9.24.11” into a special day, it would read something like this – 70% Tag Team Partner, 30% yours truly. Although, my tag-team partner has very much been excited in doing much of this work, I have held my own. However, honestly, I will never be able to match the level of interest and excitement she has in coordinating it all. She is definitely on a mission. Me? Well, just tell me when we’re boarding for the honeymoon.

So yes, regardless, it is a very embarrassing ratio. However, much to my credit, I have indeed been in every decision so far. Being proactive, well, that’s another story. So with that said, this past Saturday I decided to personally deliver some “Save The Dates” to a couple of my friends.

Ok, ok, not too difficult a task, but hey, it’s a start.


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Is this how everyone feels about 9.24.11?

Nonetheless, after personally delivering the card, the reactions from even my closest friends, who were amongst the first to know about our engagement, mirrored that of everyone else – unconditional excitement. Reactions ranged from huge smiles, big claps, approving shaking of the heads, and yes, even a huge bear hug. All reactions that displayed a form of happiness as if they were just let in on some type of secret society. Heck, as if they had found out they punched their bid to March Madness.


And after I delivered the final one and laid my head down on a pillow that night, I  realized that this Wedding is a much bigger deal than the nonchalant approach I’ve been taken thus far. Everyone who has received their “official ticket” have already begun talks of 9.24.11.



I’m bringing my “A” game
It’s the event we are waiting for
This is all we talk about…”
I can’t wait!

All of these quotes are in addition to the many talks of clothing choice, and let’s not forget, everyone’s claim to be losing weight just for 9.24.11. My favorite quote, “I’m going to be in peak shape for that day”.

Huh? What?

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Yes, 'Taker, you can come as well!
I love the enthusiasm and I’m flattered we have such awesome support, but when did my wedding become Wrestlemania?

Along the way, somewhere, somehow, while I’ve been focusing on building a healthy marriage and becoming a better man to lead a household (and one day a family), this evolving ceremony and celebration, that I haven’t been closely monitoring, has now become a main attraction as well.

So suddenly, with-my-soon to be wife continuing her relentless interest, and an enormous supporting and growing contingent from our family, friends, and guests, I suddenly have developed a small fire of interest in 9.24.11.

Who knows? Maybe this week, I’ll take a look at some suits my Tag-Team partner has been urging me to take a look at.

Hey, if 9.24.11 is Wrestlemania, I too must be at my best.

After all, it hit me right before I shut my eyes for bed - I am the main event. Oh boy…

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