So, we had a wonderful time in Las Vegas. I got freckled, we walked a lot, we ate some really great steak, I indulged my penchant for Goldfish crackers, and we both proved to be lamentably unlucky at Roulette, tried and failed to understand Blackjack and Craps, and ultimately decided we were going to have to make our fortunes by means other than gambling. Oh yeah, and we got engaged.

Which means that now we are home I have launched myself into wedding planning mode. J is quite surprised by this, as I think he thought that being engaged would be enough, for a while, and the actual idea that engagement leads to wedding and then marriage doesn’t seem to have sped through his synapses quite as quickly as it has mine. So while I am looking at wedding cake websites and buying bridal magazines he is gazing at me in a startled manner and asking irritating and unnecessary questions, like ‘how much is all this going to cost?’

Heh, we’ll get there. I have employed the subtle tactic of leaving wedding-related reading matter around the flat in the hopes that he will glance at it in a bored moment and get sucked in. It seems to be working, since I found him rifling through a book of London wedding venues yesterday evening without being prompted. Actually the venue is the trickiest thing. London has a lot, a lot, of wedding venues, many of them are beautiful and well-staffed and within our budget, and actually picking one is getting harder and harder because I keep discovering more possible contenders.

And we don’t even have the convenience of a religious restriction on where we can do it, since I am an atheist and J is one of those sitting on the fence types, so really the only places definitely not in the running for our wedding venue are churches. We could get married at London Zoo! No really! Or on board the HMS Belfast! Or in about thirty other lovely and slightly less bizarre places.

I promise I will try not to turn this blog into a non-stop gush about bridesmaids’ dresses and table centrepieces, and no doubt J will help me enormously in this since every time I mention something remotely weddingy  he looks at me like I’m a crazy person. But I am very excited, and no amount of eye-rolling from my fiancé (eep!) is going to deter me from my enthusiasm. So there.