The beau was thinking about potential themes for our overall wedding look.* The beau does that kind of thing.

See, we don’t strongly share any particular interest. It’s not like, say, we met while rummaging through the bargain bin in the basement of the local record shop, and as we began swapping our music collections we gradually fell in love, and now our whole house is chock full of stacks of vinyl, and we’re engaged, and so it makes utter and complete sense to mock up an album cover with our faces for the save-the-dates, and to mail guests little round cards with holes punched through the middle and our names and the wedding date on the label as the invitations, and to build a playlist with all our favorites on the website, and to string old records up above the courtyard so that at the reception they twist gently in the breeze, and so on and so forth.

Yeah, so it’s not like that at all.**

I mean, a theme is not the point. It’s not going to make the wedding. But at this point, it sure as hell feels like it would be easier to create all this stuff if only I had a simple idea to latch onto.

So, we’ve been racking our brains, searching for the commonality between us. Both of us. Which brings me back to the beau, and his Napoleon Dynamite-inspired idea. Do you remember the opening scenes of that movie? Of course you do. Who can forget creative writing with condiments?

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Hell yeah, tots!

We kind of think this approach would work best for the save-the-dates, and maybe the website. And we’d adapt it to suit us, of course (even though tater tots and ketchup already suit us pretty damn well). Anyway. It’s just a thought.

Oh, and in case you’re wondering, Napoleon Dynamite was only the entire reason we ever met. But that’s a story for another time.

* Did I just type “wedding look?” Yes, yes I did.

** But now I so wish it was.