Someone peal the bells, a couple of months from now

"It's going to be a big hassle," M. said.
"No, it'll be fun," I said.
"You don't know what's involved. There's so much to think about."
"What's there to think about? We get dressed up, invite people for dinner, give them good food and wine, a little music, and it's over."
"You may think that now. But I've seen my friends go through it, and I'm telling you, there's a lot more involved."
"Like what?"
"Well, what about the music? Who's going to be the DJ? And what about flowers?"
"I'm allergic to flowers."
"You still need a bouquet."
"It can be plastic."
"Right. And what about the wedding favours?"
"What about them?"
"You really have no idea."
"Let's elope. We can go to Bali."
"OK."

This was several months ago. To date, we have got no where except for a faint hazy notion that maybe we want the celebrations in June and that it will be somewhere in Seoul because my parents want it that way. I don't have a ring, either. Once I had a fight with M., accusing him of not paying enough attention to this. The truth is, we've been both worn out by the procedure of my move to the States - yes, it took almost six months to plan this little escapade - and for a while, it seemed like a good idea to enjoy that first before embarking on another major project. But now it is getting on my nerves - my sister called me this morning to ask me whether I had made any plans at all. I foresee calls from my parents in similar vein.

I'm thinking maybe we should have a blogger wedding. Everyone has to have a blog, or read one regularly, and wear white sweatpants. The food will be Korean barbecue and vegetables. We'll hire an Irish pub for Guinness and dancing leprachauns. Party favours will include New York lottery tickets and Virgin Atlantic red socks. At the end of the night, we'll sing 'Land of Hope and Glory' and 'The Star Spangled Banner' in a medley.