"marry me"

now before anyone gets confused about this being any sort of proposition or announcement, "marry me" is but a phrase i am borrowing from a photo of the weekend's pride parade. it is simple. it is bold, perhaps even brash. and it is totally me.

my brother's wedding is set for the end of august. i am looking forward to the multi-city festivities, but dreading the infamous hot and humid southern summers (no pun intended). for those wondering, the ceremony will be held in baton rouge, with a reception in some small town in mississippi, one that is apparently close enough to the louisianian destination. another reception will be held in los angeles for those family and friends who find the west coast a more geographically desirable destination.

my "qing ai de gege" (translation: dearest brother), as i have been referring to him as of late, has graciously offered both my sister and me five guest slots each. i found this endearing, but quite puzzling since i wonder why he would assume that i would have any inclination to submit any of my own friends to a night of awkward chopstick clanging and unpredictable toasts. did i mention they will NOT be serving alcohol?

and then last week, i was overcome with this awesome vision involving my family and the electric slide, choreographed and rehearsed. and although the details are still in the works, i am starting to think that i may just have to hand these invites out to the highest bidders.

can you see it now? my mom, sister and i, all in our qipaos, grapevining left, then right, walking back, rocking forward ...

*bopping shoulder chuckle* oh the hotness!