Until the Rum is Gone...

So the other night I had a crazy dream that I was getting dressed on my wedding day and my dress was covered in black lace and very sexual looking, with red and white stripes underneath the skirt part.... sort of like a pirate wedding dress... (I scoured the internet for a picture of what I dreamed about but alas there was nothing in real life that matched what my brain concocted on it's own.) My Dad was telling me that I would regret this choice of attire in a couple years and I was thinking 'no way!'.  Then I woke up feeling slightly guilty and thinking maybe I should've listened to my Dad.  THEN I remembered what my dress actually  looks like and that it is hanging in my closet in PA and that it is NOT black lace with red/white stripes.  THANK GOODNESS.

Whilst in my search for the perfect pirate wedding dress photograph, I came across some wedding vows that well, my fiance would not allow at ALL.  But I enjoyed reading them and thus will pass them along to you.

Groom: I, Mad Dog Joey take ye, Saucy Sarah as me Heart, me Soul, me Good Wench with a stout right hook, the bright dawn of each new day and the soft bed of each day's night. I promise to love ye and honor ye; to make ye laugh when yer feelin' out of sorts and pretend to listen to ye when ye babble on and on about nothin' in particular. I will protect you from the elements and the elephants should we ever encounter them as it is my understanding that they can be very large and unpredictable. I will love thee through scurvy and through fire, in wealth or poverty whether ye be near or far. And when I speak of treasure, as I am wont to do, everyone within the sound of me voice will know that what I am really speaking about is you. All of this will I undertake until there are no horizons left to chase and the rum is gone.

Bride: I, Saucy Sarah take ye, Mad Dog Joey as me Heart, me Soul, me Salty Jack with a crooked smile, the foggy haze of each new day and the lumpy (but familiar) mattress of each day's night. I promise to love ye and honor ye; to make ye laugh so hard the rum comes out yer nose and pretend to listen to ye when ye babble on about nothin' in particular. I will protect you from my wrath and from giraffes which I understand are very tall and will sometimes step on people because they are not looking where they are stepping. I will love thee through scurvy and through fire, in wealth or poverty whether ye be near or far. And when I speak of treasure, as I am wont to do, everyone within the sound of me voice will know that I am day dreaming again. All of this will I undertake until there are no horizons left to chase and the rum is gone.

So what do you think?? I think Joey will DEFINITELY go for it.  Get excited because our TASTING is this weekend and I will definitely be doing a write-up about that!!

Love,
Sarah
PS: ONLY 131 DAYS LEFT!