<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285457676131220856</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 10:39:11 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>The Final Countdown</title><description>Why Couples Elope: A Trial and Error Guide to Amateur Wedding Planning.</description><link>http://michelleandandrewgetmarried.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Ladd)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285457676131220856.post-5938598718784270652</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Jul 2010 20:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-27T13:21:14.076-07:00</atom:updated><title>Craig and his Wonderful List of Good Stuff</title><atom:summary type="text">I don&#39;t know Craig. Not very well anyway. I think I&#39;ve read a profile or two in Wired, and vaguely remember breezing through a feature in The New Yorker. If I passed him on the street, he wouldn&#39;t even get a double take. I feel mildly guilty about this - I should know him better - but from the little I&#39;ve learned of him he&#39;s a fairly private guy. I assume he likes that I don&#39;t know him. 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I ain&#39;t sellin you nothin.&quot;I have a wallet full of cash and three credit cards.&quot;But ma&#39;am.&quot;&quot;Then I got your poor bride in here a week later all up in my face &#39;why&#39;d you let him buy these? You crazy?&#39; Nuh uh. You bring your bride back on in here and let her decide.&quot;&quot;I&#39;m fairly certain my bride would not get up in your face.&quot;When I set out five minutes earlier with my wedding to-do</atom:summary><link>http://michelleandandrewgetmarried.blogspot.com/2010/06/wandering-minstrels-notes-from.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Ladd)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285457676131220856.post-8055431484625562148</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Apr 2010 18:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-29T16:55:20.948-07:00</atom:updated><title>Chubby Elbows and Pencil Sketches: A Save the Date Origin Story</title><atom:summary type="text">About a month into our romance, and nearly four years ago, Michelle and I were having lunch at Il Dolce Cafe. It&#39;s gone now, but used to be one of our favorites on Montana Ave. On a street cluttered with glossy shops and eateries, this hole in the wall was anything but pretentious or polished. 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I was sick of looking at the chirpy producer firing inane questions at me and Michelle. Near permanent blindness, in my white ether world where all I could hear was --CHIRPY PRODUCER: Ok! Now what three words would you use to describe yourself as a couple?! But don&#39;t use fun, happy or outgoing. Everyone </atom:summary><link>http://michelleandandrewgetmarried.blogspot.com/2010/02/la-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Ladd)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285457676131220856.post-9207859517339296531</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 19:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T15:23:04.016-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Countdown Begins ... Officially Part 2</title><atom:summary type="text">A giant storm-cloud blocked the ray of sun shining on my ticker. This one doesn&#39;t work either. Let&#39;s be honest, it probably does, I just can&#39;t get it to. I&#39;m quickly regretting calling my future brother-in-laws &quot;(annoyingly) computer literate&quot;. Hopefully the comparison to Shakespeare makes up for it. Until they help me out and get the ticker actually ticking, the day we are counting down to </atom:summary><link>http://michelleandandrewgetmarried.blogspot.com/2009/11/countdown-begins-officially-part-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Ladd)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285457676131220856.post-3973747337298370666</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 18:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-27T11:15:28.381-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Countdown Begins ... Officially</title><atom:summary type="text">Yes, we have picked a date. More on all of this process later. For now, just enjoy the not so nifty ticker on the right side of the page. I&#39;ve been very excited about installing this since the countdown sort of began many months ago. I had some ideas of grandeur for the layout: shooting stars, exploding fireworks, maybe a champagne bottle uncorking. But alas, I am computer technology illiterate. </atom:summary><link>http://michelleandandrewgetmarried.blogspot.com/2009/07/countdown-begins-officially.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Ladd)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285457676131220856.post-8943169760246650957</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 20:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-19T14:45:35.353-08:00</atom:updated><title>Hunting the Hunter Part II</title><atom:summary type="text">Where was I? Right...THE TIGER CUBJust past the main drag where the ritzier realty establishments house themselves we found a place specializing in lake front rentals. The woman behind the desk was an outdoorsy type in her mid-thirties; warm as fresh baked pie. She arrived in Tahoe from SoCal eighteen years ago and never left. She loved skiing and hated all the road bikers that clog the single </atom:summary><link>http://michelleandandrewgetmarried.blogspot.com/2009/11/hunting-hunter-part-ii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Ladd)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285457676131220856.post-2998008631577126659</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2009 00:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-05T17:59:47.974-07:00</atom:updated><title>Hunting the Hunter</title><atom:summary type="text">Say, for instance, you&#39;re hunting in India. Suddenly, fifty yards separates you and the Bengal Tiger you&#39;ve come for. Even at this distance her warm breath prickles the fur on your back; somehow you smell she&#39;s hungry. This beast, this creature of the wild that eats ninety pounds of flesh in one sitting locks eyes with you. Strange, she doesn&#39;t look quite as you remember. 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I could point to a certain best friend of Michelle&#39;s and label her The Culprit for getting us said subscription, but, truth be told, we were celebrity smut rag junkies well before they started arriving at our door weekly.To share a little further: I read the articles.  Yeah, that&#39;s right. 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Fantasy Googling island rentals off Santorini has its place, but scouring the web for wedding ideas manages to hit the much sought after activity called productive procrastination. 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