We thought this would be an unique approach to traditional save the dates and would fit into the general “feel” of our wedding reception well (we’re actually calling it our first anniversary celebration) –  fun, casual, and quirky.

The Polaroids were pretty easy to create on Photoshop.  The doodles I did myself on my pen tablet.  Although I was very confident that I could produce them at a very low cost (~$100 for 200 pieces), we had no way of bringing down our postage expense.

We ended up scrapping the idea and decided to send electronic versions instead.  Bummer, I know.  But now I’m looking forward to invitations!

We met on Xanga. +2 eProps!

jigg's wedding band is The One Ring.

Make way for me!

Fenway is enemy territory.

Save the date Polaroid. We actually never walked the Brooklyn Bridge...

Since relationships are all about sacrifices, it’s no surprise that she had to give up something to be with me. The question is, what do I give up to call it even? Is there even anything I can give up that actually means something? I can’t give up my left hand, but would just the pinky be too little and seem insincere? It’s quite the dilemma.

The more I think about it, the more I only come up with things I can’t give up. After much thought, I have a list of the top five things I can’t give up and hope that whatever I sacrifice in the name of love, it isn’t too much and hopefully, something I can buy back one day for under 50 bucks.

Top 5 Things that I CAN’T Sacrifice (in the order of importance):
1. Yankees. Tell me to wear anything that represents te Red Sox and I would rather give up life in a fight to the death.
2. Meat. Not eat meat for the rest of my life? Karen would have to allow me to have two mistresses before I am called a vegetarian.
3. Alcohol. No more alcohol? Crazy talk. Quitters never win!
4. Children. I have to have children! I will adopt if I have to.
5. Veto power in naming our kids. No offense, but no son of mine will be named Newton!

I have a natural tendency to make fun of Boston every possible opportunity I have. Every time Karen compliments New York, I’ll say something like, “yeah, it’s not like that in Boston.” Everytime we talk about something good about Boston, I’ll throw in, “It’s better in New York.” This obnoxious, douche bag behavior cracks me up and Karen has built up quite the tolerance for it.

Karen recently confided in me that she hopes that taking me around will change my impression of Boston, the place I nicknamed, “mediocre capital of the world!” A place where everything is just mediocre–the food, the beauty, the beer, etc.

I’m obviously biased since I love New York and pretty much everything about it. The exception would be Manhattan Clam Chowder, which was probably created by a Bostonian to try and tarnish the great name of Manhattan. However, I feel that I am very open-minded to see and experience new things of Boston. Cracking on Boston is something I just do to annoy her, but it’s just for fun. In complete honesty, it’s not really that bad. It’s just mediocre.