Done and Done!!!

So to start, this is gonna be long. I've got about 6 days worth of material and many of you I'm sure want to know every detail. So buckle up this is gonna be a long ride.

Well a year of hard work has finally come to fruition and Rachelle and I are married!! Almost everything went off without a hitch but I'll get to that in a second.

My trip started on Wednesday. Rachelle went up 4 days before to start prepping so I had some time to kill with just the dog and my thoughts. However just about everyone who saw me saw a pretty calm an collected normal Andro. The drive up there went really well. I abandoned my original plan of driving up solo, instead opting to bring my 14 year old cousing, Jared. This made my family pretty happy but I did it mostly cause I knew that when I got up there I had some fun waiting for me that I knew he'd enjoy.

Upon arriving and checking into the Seagull Bay I entered my room and saw an immaculate view. My room had a huge patio that overlooked the bay. It was perfect sunny day and the lake was filled with sailboats. That's basically when I finally took a deep breath and took it all in. Rachelle and family picked us up next and we headed over to the island. Upon arriving at the Ashenfelter condo I did the one thing I looked forward to (other then actually getting married). I hopped on one of their Vespa scooters and took it for a spin. Phil with Jared in tow took up the other one and we went for a ride around the island. I tell you what, 40 MPH is faster then you think. Jared had a blast and of course so did I. We called it a night shortly after dinner as I was pretty beat from the drive up. (Mom, next time you want to pawn someone on me for a long drive, can you please make sure he can at least share the driving load?)

Day 2 in Bayfield, started pretty early I picked up Rachelle and left Jared with my inlaws as we got our marriage license. Pretty uneventful except for the monarch that started to cocoon himself as we were filling out the forms. We had a funny conversation with the clerk as to whether I was Pacific Islander or Asian. Its a rather ridiculous argument but as my friends will attest, one that amuses me to no end.

The one thing I noticed about Bayfield up to this point that it was pretty hopping with tourists. I was expecting a sleeply little town, but as I was told it was the height of the tourist season. Well Bayfield didn't know what it was about to get hit with. That afternoon the massess began decending upon this sleepy little town. Let the chaos begin.

That night most of our friends showed up. I promised Rachelle that I wouldn't get drunk at the rehearsal or the wedding, so tonight was my night to let loose and boy did my friends make sure of it. I vaguely remember Rachelle going to bed while I kept on going and going and going. I wasn't Layla's bday drunk, but it was pretty close. I remember sitting on the pier with Nicole chatting about whatever it is we chat about completely surrounded by fog. This was at 3AM. It was pretty surreal.

The next morning the boys and I had a 8AM tee time. I'd lying if I said I wasn't hurting, cause I was. I also didn't find out that till later that afternoon that some 'girl' had called the golf course before I showed up and told the front desk that we were coming and not to let the groom drink. Rachelle swears it wasn't her but no one has owned up to it yet and she had motive. Regardless I wasn't drinking that morning anyway. I could barely see straight my head was throbbing.

But let's talk about the golf. We had 3 groups with me, the twins and Pete in the second. I think we all played like crap but no one cared. Between shots the 4 of us either laughed or marveled at the view. Seriously, I can not put the view from this course to words. Mark brought his camera with him so I'm waiting for him to post some pics but till then lets just leave it at breath taking. The course was on the side of mountain that overlooked the town and the lake. It was a pristine day with the sun out brightening up the bay. I could have spent hours just looking out into that. I think at that point if there was any question of why we were in Bayfield for my wedding it was answered.

After golf and well after I sobered up I spent the rest of the day waiting for the rehearsal to start and welcoming everyone. By this point I couldn't go more then 10 ft in the town without running into someone else I knew. I also ran into my little sister and her new baby Brooklyn. Let me just say this. What a beautiful little girl. Mae and Brett are so lucky to have such a beautiful and healthy little girl. I can't wait to play the part of the cool Uncle and I'm sure Rachelle will smother her with as many gifts as we fight for he affection. But more on this later.

So the rehearsal was pretty uneventful. Rachelle, John (the minister), Michelle and Carol talked about what to do, while I just goofed around (literally). I love my friends and I love even more how they feed into me. When we're all together I honestly feel bad for anyone trying keep some semblance of order. We're all kids at heart and we probably all deserve time-outs.

After the rehearsal we all took the ferry out to the Island for the dinner. The best part about this was seeing everyone take in the ferry ride and the view. I think everyone had a camera in their hands at some point. Walking around the ferry I was so flattered seeing almost everyone I cared for so deeply surrounding me. My friends and family all in one place. This really is the best part of my wedding and the thing I will remember most.

Dinner was great and I couldn't express enough thanks to my parents for putting it together. For never having set foot up here they did a remarkable job organizing. One really funny moment was when Mae asked me if I wanted to hold Brooklyn. Up to this point I had never even held a baby let a lone my little niece. Of course I agreed. The moment I put her in my arms you would have thought it was the kick-off of the Superbowl with all the flash bulbs going off. I guess it was no secret how momentus an occaision this particularly simple occurence was, but it was documented as if it were revolutionary. But through it all I just stared at her little face marveling at the sweetness. Rachelle of course made sure I didn't get used to it as we both know we're not ready for that type of responsibility yet. One thing at a time I suppose.

The other noteworthy thing about the dinner were the speeches. Addam talked about Rachelle and how happy he was that she had found me and his approval. My parents thanked everyone for coming and how happy they were to be here too. Tommy got quite laugh as he quoted "Wedding Crashers". But the speech that meant most to me was Jackie who talked about our unique relationship and what I mean to her. She almost made me cry but I kept it together.

The rest of the night Rachelle called it a night early as she had quite a busy day coming up while the rest of our friends took over the patio bar at the hotel. The patio also has a great view of the lake and offered even more beautiful views. During this time Jackie and I, kept on being...well...Jackie and I. At one point her and I were laughing so hard that we almost fell out of our chairs. I didn't get drunk as I tried to honor my promise to Rachelle but it was fun helping everyone else get to that point.

I got up a bit early the next morning. Actually I hadn't really slept well for about 2 weeks going in to this trip and it continued while up there. Call it anxiety or nerves or just nervous excitement but despite my late nights my body was itching to go as soon as the sun rose. So i walked over to my favorite local breakfast place, The Egg Toss for some quite time. I had intended on just finding a quiet table so I can write a message in this card I got for Rachelle. Got most of it done before Tony and Jackie joined me, then all the Ashenfelters, Addam and his wife Christine, the Carothers, and Phil all showed up. Then came the Tarnawas and the Gomez parents. Needless to say my quiet moment had passed. I finished breakfast and found me a quiet bench looking upon the lake to finish up.

By this point I could feel the repressed anxiety finally kicking it into high gear. It didn't help that there was a large rain cell headed directly for us. To take the edge off I went for a quick run...by quick I mean an hour. Didn't really help but it did get me tired enough to take a nap. Woke up just in time to get ready and notice that the rain was just about to hit. I got the hotel and found my best man Jim. He asked me what I needed. I told him "1) A breathe mint and 2) a glass of scotch" he laughed and asked me what the breathe mint was for? I said "the scotch, of course". What anxiety the run couldn't cure the scotch took care of. But by this point the rain had hit in full force.

Now I wasn't in the room with her for obvious reasons but my sources tell me that Rachelle was a pillar of calm throughout all this. The original plan was to erect a tent in the even to inclement weather, but rain had made the whole park muddy and cold so Rachelle made the call to move it indoors at our reception site. A few logistical changes later and we were good to go. Mother nature was not gonna ruin this day.

So the boys and I lined up, music was queued, guest were seated door opens and there she is. Looking more beautiful then I've ever seen her. There was pool amongst my friends as to whether I'd cry or not. I guess I can admit it now but while everyone was watching Rachelle I ALMOST did, but again held it together. Seeing her though made all the anxiety go away. This was gonna happen and I knew in that moment of peace and clarity that I was making the best decision I had ever made.

We both held it together through the ceremony, even laughing when we had a bit of a hick-up with the sand ceremony. I said my vows staring deeply in her eyes with every word. I couldn't tell you what I said but no one laughed and she didn't cringe so I guess I said everything right.

The reception was perfect. From more then one person I heard it was by far the best wedding they've ever been too. I'm not going to go over every little detail because if you weren't there then that's your own fault :-) but it really was a great party. There was a lot of skeptism about some of the choices we made regarding this wedding. Why Bayfield? Why no DJ? And why a big band. Well if you were in Bayfield this past weekend you'll know why Bayfield and if you were at the party you'll know why we had a big band. Everyone to a person was amazed by our band...shit...even Rachelle and I. They totally rocked...err...swung. How often do you have to kick people out of your wedding at midnight cause they wouldn't stop dancing? I even got a request if would be ok if people started dancing before Rachelle and I had our first dance. And at one point one of the band members told me that they haven't seen that many great dancers at a wedding. It really was awesome.



And the pavillion and food was amazing. I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that everyone enjoyed the food given that a bunch of people went up for seconds and we had absolutely no leftovers. I'll get pics up of the inside as soon as I can. I'm bad with cameras and didn't have one on me for most of my trip so I'm relying on everyone else to document.

The other noteworthy event at the reception occurred during the band's 2nd break. Layla asked me to grab Rachelle and join her outside. As we walked out I saw one of her brothers on the pier with a lighter and laughed. The next thing I knew they were launching fireworks into the sky. And not the cheap fireworks that just spin and make noise. I'm talking about the REALLY illegal stuff that you really have to search for to find. Everyone came out to see the show and no one lost any fingers. People did ask us if we paid for this. I laughed and just said...let me introduce you to the Hodi's. It was once again one of the more unique aspects that made our wedding night even more special. However not everyone agreed cause Bayfield PD showed up to put an end to it all. They had received a noise complaint, but we were done anyway. And no...no on got arrested.

So after the wedding Rachelle and I got changed and joined our friends at the hotel bar, which we basically took over. Rachelle wore a "Mrs. Dio" t-shirt which was lettered like the rockstar lettering which Kinsey was able to put together. It was pretty cool. It was great being with my friends watching the party continue. Mae and Brett got pretty tanked, which was awesome since I'm sure they don't get to let loose very much anymore with the new baby. At one point my sister started cheering and leading all the SHS alums in the Stevenson fight song. Ah the silliness. The next thing I know its 3am and they're kicking out of the bar. I guess all good things must come to an end and this was the end of my wedding.

The next morning, Rachelle and I fought off our exhaustion to make the breakfast rounds. We got to say goodbye to most of our families and a couple of our friends. We couldn't be anymore thankful for everyone and sad that they all had to leave. I got to hold Brooklyn one more time before saying goodbye to my pretty hungover sister and Brett.

We relaxed most of the afternoon and Uncle Tim took us out on his boat. This was especially cool since my parents got to come with and experience the fun. My mom had never been on a boat like that and she and Howard got to take in the lake scenery again which I'm sure was pretty nice.

We finally said goodbye to the rest of the Ashenfelter's and Antosik's and its sad to think that with no one getting married soon we all won't get to get together again. Rachelle and I have been pretty spoiled the last few years with how often we got to see both our families but so far nothing big planned on either end. Hopefully soon though.

So that about ends our wedding adventure. Monday morning Rachelle and I packed up a lot of random stuff and set off back to the big city, but this time as husband and wife. I really wish I had my camera on me a bit more cause there were a lot of great picture opportunities, but I was lazy and/or busy. I'm sure the rest of my friends and family will come in in the clutch for me though.

It really was an unbelievable weekend but one I'm glad its over. The best part of a wedding is getting everyone together to celebrate and our wedding was no exception. Everytime I ran into someone and saw how happy they were only heightened my experience. So many people told Rachelle and me how they never would have come up here had it not been for us but there is a good lot of them already planning trips back. Well Rachelle and I already booked our trip for our anniversary next year so if you're reading this and thinking about it....you know where to find us.

So now that the wedding is over I'm not sure what I'll do about this blog. I'll try to post links to pictures as I get them. Maybe I'll start another blog just to keep everyone up to date on us. Or maybe I'll just leave that to Rachelle who's blog is linked off this one.

Thank you to everyone for keeping up with us and all the well wishes. Rachelle and I are nothing w/o our friends and family. Our love is only accentuated by yours and your support and friendship make everyday that much more enjoyable. If I could hug each of you I would...cause I've become quite the hugger these days. Rachelle and I got more then we could have possibly asked for and I've run out of words to express our thanks.

Till next time.

1 week, 5 lbs gained

So a week I've been equally dreading and looking forward to has passed. That being my 30th Bday/Bachelor party? Well why a week you ask? Well, I can't help but lump in my friend Layla's 30th in that as its 6 days ahead of mine and this year I decided to put my own memorable or in my case, not so memorable stamp on her bday.

It all started 2 Friday's ago when as pseudo-reward for a few ridiculously LONG nights at work one of my vendor's decided that to suck up he'd take me and some colleagues to the Cubs/Sox game and sit in the bleachers. I started drinking that day at 11AM (this is a theme). We caught part of BP and the entire game through Rami's walk-off!! First off, what a game!! The bleachers were awesome (as they always are). Of course we had to celebrate the big win with some shots post game. I'm not sure but I think I ended up at a bar called Red Ivy at some point. You'll have to forgive me but a lot of what I'm telling you now I got second hand as well I pretty much blacked out at this point.

So somehow I got home before my buddy Pete picked me up for Layla's bday dinner that same night. Now I'm not sure how exactly it happened but Rachelle got me out of my Cubs gear and into something more appropriate for a nice dinner. I checked the pictures and amazingly I looked very put together for the event. Little did Layla know that she was about to get a clown for her birthday.

I spent the rest of the weekend recovering (my in-laws who happened to come in for the weekend were quite forgiving of my condition) and apologizing to all parties involved. It seems I didn't make too big a fool of myself at Layla's. Everyone said I was quite funny and at some point Mr. Hodi convinced me to form my own company.

Fast forward to Wednesday where Howard took me to my 2nd comes game in 5 days. I think its funny that I was on the same schedule as the starting pitcher as I got to see Ted Lilly pitch 2x in a week. Howard wanted some father/son bonding time prior to the nuptials and who am I go to turn down a Cubs game. We had great seats and a great time all around. I think we need to make this a tradition.

So next stop is Friday and my 30th, which was thrown by Jax and Rachelle an Tony and Jackie's place. I didn't really want to make a big deal out of my bday as thats just my thing but Rachelle insisted on doing it up and what a great job. They decorated the place in "Andro's Favorite Things" which included footballs, baseballs and Transformers (a shout out to my childhood...or is it?). We got my fav hazelnut/choco cake from Oak Mill Bakery and grilled out on their patio. totally great night and good to see so many of my friends. Tine and Andy came down for the weekend along with Dr. Fung and my parents even showed up. I think its great that we're finally at a point where its cool to invite your parents to your parties. They seemed a little ackward but I think that's just because they're not used to being around my friends. Hopefully we can change that.

As if the weekend couldn't be any more eventful the next day was my Bachelor party. I made it clear from the beginning that I didn't want to make a big deal about my bachelor party, but Jim would have none of it. After much deliberation I decided we'd just hang out and catch more Cubs/Sox and drink with boys. I know what you're thinking...what about the strippers? Not really my thing. Normally I wouldn't be so against it but every bachelor party I've been to with strippers has involved the groom in some sort of comprimising position and frankly as much as I like drawing attention to myself..I prefer to do so under my own controlled measures.

So we drank and drank and drank. For me, at least, 14 hours of drinking from noon to 2AM. Most of the boys hung on as long as they could but that's a long time. I admit though..I cheated. I was popping Chasers all night to 1) prevent a hangover and 2) increase my tolerance. So I barely got drunk. Had one moment of weakness but that was mostly due to a bad combination of drinks (tequila, pale ale and whiskey...bah).

The girls were all about during they're bachelorette party thing. Rachelle lived so I guess it was a success. She was passed out when I got home and apparently danced the night away. Good times all around and thanks to everyone involved.

So after my week of marathon drinking coupled with lots of left over cake. I have gained 5 lbs putting my net weight loss to 10 lbs. Oh well, I'll guess I'll have to hit the gym a bit harder this week.

17 more days...see you in Bayfield (oh and bring bug spray.....its a wedding in the woods!! what did you think?)

Censored

I had to take down a post I put up because apparently it was too offensive (but hilarious!)

If you'd like to know what it was I said then feel free to ask, just don't it while around Rachelle or any member of my family :-)

Chalk it up to the man holding me back.

Only 39 more days!

-Later, D

I Love My Friends

I can't say it enough. Some of them are completely unreliable and will fake on you in a moments notice. Others I barely see or hear from consistently whether its my fault or theirs (mostly mine). But when it comes to clutch situations they're always there for me in a pinch and I have never once questioned their loyalty, love and/or support for me or Rachelle

Take for instance my best friend Jackie. She's just the best. I know she's been dealing with some stuff and kind of run down lately but she shelves all of that to bend over backwards to make sure Rachelle isn't alone on her first wedding dress fitting. Not only was she clutch enough to go with her, but she totally rounds out the event by getting her a impromptu bouquet, some chocolates and champagne.

And Michelle who knows Rachelle was in a jam with this day of coordinator stuff, so she gladly offers to pick up the baton and run with it. She's perfect for the job too and I'm happy that Rachelle doesn't have to stress out that day anymore.

And of course all my friends who RSVP'd yes to the wedding. I admit that when Rach and I put together the invite list, there were a few of my friends who I thought "sure we'll invite them, but I doubt they'll go". Well they've almost all proved me wrong. Not that I mind. We invited them because we wanted them to be there and I'm stoked that they're coming. The more the merrier at this point.

So whether its pulling us out of a jam or just calling me while I'm cooking to force me to turn on the Cubs game so I can see the old Houston Lady with the huge hair and the tangerine blazer behind home plate looking like she's gonna die at any moment because he knows I'm gonna lose it when I see her(thanks, Ken! BTW, Rachelle still seriously questions our sanity) my friends our great (yeah, that was 1 sentence...deal with it)

We're at less then 2 months to go and the finish line is in sight. Kind of makes me sad that all this coming to an end and Rachelle and I get to go back to being 'normal'. Oh well. I'm sure she'll be relieved since she's the one stressing out about it. Well in the mean time I'll just go back to strictly communicating to my friends using only Flight of the Conchords quotes and playing video games.

P.S. My sister just went into labor so looks like I'm gonna be an uncle..todayish...YEAH!!

Laters.

Changes? Really?

The guys I work with (and being in my industry there are quite a few) all tell me the same thing.
"Wow, is my life gonna change when we get married!" I heard the horror stories all the time. Men who after they got married felt completely emasculated. They can't play sports. They can't go out with the guys. Nagging mother-in-laws. Pink throw pillows taking over their couch. TiVo's perpetually filled with soap operas. Just about every married guy I know does this and its baffling to me.

Does a guys' life really change so drastically that they become jaded shadows of their younger selves? Will I come back from Bayfield to find my plasma now painted pink, my speakers replaced with potted plants, condo littered with frilly throw pillows? Should I start selling all my sporting gear?

Maybe its just me being naive and still in young and optimistic, but I don't get it. I mean I know things will change when Rachelle and I get married, but I don't see the changes as being so outwardly negative.

Living together? Already doing it, basically no problem. We have similar tasted in decorating and where we don't, I trust her enough to not question her decisions. In return, she knows better then to question any piece of electronics in the house.

Pressure of supporting more then yourself? Also, check. During Rachelle's post auctioneering days who do you think was buying the groceries? I'm lucky enough to have a pretty good job, though I can see where extended periods of lone income can be stressful, but all that's in the past and Rachelle is now gainfully employed, so if anything getting married is only gonna improve things!!

Shared accounts? Ha! I think we'll all agree that if anyone is a threat to clear out our account because of frivolous spending, its more likely to be me. I've giving her control of that. Believe me its for the best and I'm not worried about it at all.

Social lockdown? Maybe its the guys I choose to hang out with or her unquestioned trust upon me but that's never been an issue. She knows when I go out with the guys we're not chasing tail or contemplating felonious acts. And the girls...well while I admit that Jackie has been known to get me into a bit of trouble, those days are way behind us. Not to mention Tony does a good job of tempering any nefarious intent. Besides, its not like I'm gonna stop her from going out with the girls. Frankly I relish these nights. The more girl nights the merrier!! It just means I can play video games on the couch with a beer with no threat of the phrase "I NEED ATTENTION!!!" being uttered (though it may get barked).

No sports? Who does that (other then my mom)? I play sports and Rachelle dances. This is our relationship. I would never dream of telling Rachelle she can't dance because I know how much she loves it. Conversely she feels the same way about me and sports. While I know there's a bit of a concern with me doing some serious physical harm to myself, as long as I have legs, arms, and the ability to run quickly I'm going to be doing that.

So what changes? Why are men so jaded about marriage? I wonder if they're just saying these things because of some societal mores that says that how they should feel and whether or not I'll be sharing these stories in a few years.

Something tells me I doubt it....

The Dog Speaks

Hey Everyone! Its Libby. Since my dad has been too busy at work for his blog I thought I'd get some things off my chest. I found out some things recently that really make me want to bare my teeth. See my mom and dad are getting married and I found out I don't get to go!!!

Can you believe that? I think its such shit. Yeah that's right, I said shit. This is the thanks I get for everything I do for them. They get to run off on fancy vacations and I hang out in a box? How is that fair? If it wasn't for me those two would never get out of bed. Seriously, I'm not kidding.

And what is this dog of honor BS? Pfft. Apparently the only thing that title buys me is a one way ticket to the pet motel, where I get to look forward to 20 min playtime a day. I bet you Bailey gets to go the wedding, cause everyone LOVES Bailey. So what if she comes when you call her or that she doesn't eat dad's IPod. Whoopty freaking do. I think self-independence is refreshing in this day and age, and frankly Steve Jobs can take a rawhide and stick it...oh wait, here comes mom. I gotta look cute and innocent. Brb.

Man she needs a lot of attention. I wish dad would take a minute away from being a dwarf or gnome or whatever it is he does and calls 'work' and give her some attention. I need a break. There's so many things outside to bark at and so little time to do it.

So mom keeps talking about sending me to a spa while they get married. I'm not sure what that is really but it rhymes with bra and those are fun to chew. She says its gonna be fun and while I'm inclined to believe her, she also keeps taking my toys away and telling me they're going on vacation. Please! I saw you put Fred in the trash after I worked long and hard to get that squeaker out of him. Needless to say trust and mom do not go hand-in-paw at the moment.

All I have to say is when they get back from this wedding they better have one hell of a toy for me or I'm gonna take Grandpa up on his offer to live with him. I bet you he wouldn't abandon me. Plus I'll get to antognize that mini-polar bear they got over there.

Oh and if you're reading this ignore the registry. Mom and dad really don't want plates. They want something furry and squeaky. Trust me on this.

Uh oh, gotta go. Dad just pulled out his baseball and I've been dying to see whats inside that thing.

Unwired

Ok, enough with the sibiling rivarly. Though funny, I'm sure my sis and I don't need to pull all of you into a power struggle that's gone on the better part of ~29 years.

Sorry for the delay on posting. When I first thought of doing this blog I thought there'd be more of chaotic mess of things I can expunge on. I obviously misjudged my intended's (I stole that from Carol) organizational skills.

So anyway, not much going on. Rachelle's shower is right around the corner and I love my friends because many of them have offered to take me in as a refugee while Rachelle's family takes over my place. To pass the time Rachelle has discovered the wonders of Facebook, which I hate. She got me signed up on it and ever since then I've been inundated by ppl I have neither thought about or purposely tried to avoid since High School. Rachelle's obsession transcends words however. She's even gone so far as to put a profile of our dog, Libby, on Dogbook.com.

All this technology talk has once again got me thinking about Bayfield and how odd its gonna be to be away from all my gadgets. Not that I won't have them nearby but I'm counting on most of them not being able to do what I intend for them to do. Oh well...no work for me!! However if you're at the wedding and looking for me, chances are my cell is not gonna work so I can be most likely be found at one of any number of bars in the area, most likely the Bayfield Inn bar. However Bayfield is small enough that if you stand in the middle of town and just yell my name, I'll probably hear you.

Hope this reaches everyone well. And as Rachelle tells me every day..less then 160 days till the wedding or something.

-D