K8 the GR8

Taxi driving is turning out to be a tough job.  It’s not the punters, it’s the lack of work.  We have to put in serious hours now that the hotels are quieter and people are guarding their money because of this imaginary recession. 

It balances out, though.  Driving is such great fun around Wicklow, the roads are interesting and there are thousands of undiscovered quirky Wicklowisms hidden down windy roads and behind dense thickets.

TAT found a most excellent quirky Wicklowism on his travels last week!

The Accidental Terrorist and I are best mates.  We already feel married, but have been putting off the dirty deed… the knot-tying itself, for 7 years just because nothing felt right.  It doesn’t seem right that we should have to sign away an arm and a leg to some swanky hotel and make such a big deal out of everything when it’s just really only about us, and our ickle family.  We thought about eloping, threatened weddings in France and even considered Gretna Green… anything to get out of surrendering to the cash-pit that is the buzz-word ‘Wedding’. 

Is it really so hard to find somewhere unique and intimate?  Apparently so.

We already have a spot, it’s a patch of grass under enormous trees by a river with a permanent burnt patch in the center.  I’d love to get married there.  This is my tree:

This used to say ‘Happy 21st Kate love…’ (but oh look, the name’s chipped off.  TAT he remains so.) and was carved on the day he proposed to me with the ring-pull from his can of Miller.  I prayed for that tree and hugged it and apologised to it for carving into its flesh and I think it’s forgiven me.  It must have liked the warmth of our campfires for it’s still alive and thinking.

Thing is though, we can’t get married there because it would involve hiking with generators and boxes of lights and boxes of sausages and tea-bags, but we discovered the next best thing!  There’s a nudist colony just up the valley hidden at the end of a very long windy road so we’re getting married there instead.

I would so dearly love to link to this place but I don’t think they’d appreciate the publicity, besides, I don’t want you all gate-crashing stark bollock naked.

Yep, we’ve finally set a date to get hitched!  We’ve got nine months to get our act together and then BAM! we’re official.  Sweet.

I might need help with this.  I don’t do the whole ‘organizational skillz’ thing because I can’t think past tomorrow generally.  It works for me for the most part, but the idea of sorting out a wedding scares the bejeebus out of me.  This might be the wedding blog of Bridezilla for a while, I’m sorry about that but tough shit.  Extremely helpful people will get a pass into the nudist colony for a week.

Peior est bello timor ipse belli.