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Thursday, September 30, 2010

DONE


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DONE:
*December trip to Reykjavik
*Book venue
*Finalize invite list
*Decide invite send date (send November, response by February 1)
*WHERE IS THE CEREMONY GOING TO BE?
*Group rate from airline?
*Personalized stamps?
*Get all mailing addresses

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

It's Electric!


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So you say you want to go to a wedding in Iceland? Well, surely that means you're going to need to know which electrical outlet to use when you get there!

I didn't promise it would be thrilling. But, then again, plugging in your electric toothbrush rarely is.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Tracey-Tracie-Tracy-Gram


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Hey, guys!

Please find below the text for our itinerary card. Please let me know if you have any suggestions! This means you now have our accommodation card and itinerary from me, and Eric is sending (or has sent) the graphic and the first list of addresses for calligraphy. A few stragglers will follow.

As always, please let me know what else you need, and thanks!

Best,
Daniel Rogge

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WEDDING WEEKEND ITINERARY

THURSDAY, August 18
*Arrive Iceland via Icelandair (www.icelandair.com) or Iceland Express
(www.icelandexpress.com). Please note that Iceland’s
international airport is in Keflavik, about 30 miles from the center
of Reykjavik. Taxis from the airport are very expensive, so we will
furnish you with other travel options as the date approaches.

*Check into the Grand Hotel Reykjavik, located at:
Sigtúni 38
105 Reykjavík
Iceland


FRIDAY, August 19
*11am – Wedding Ceremony at the Grand Hotel
*5pm – Cocktail hour at the Grand Hotel
*6pm – Reception at the Grand Hotel


SATURDAY, August 20
*Join us as our guests at the most quintessential of Icelandic
activities, the Laugardalslaug Thermal Pool. The water at these
geothermal pools is heated by volcanic energy, providing naturally
hot, unchlorinated water for outdoor leisure all seasons of the year.
The facility is a few minutes walk from the hotel, and also features a
gym, spa, massage salon, restaurant, hairdressing salon and sports
shop on the premises. We will provide you with exact details as the
date approaches.


SUNDAY, August 21
*Free day in Reykjavik. We will still be in town, so please feel free
to stick around, take a day trip, and see some of the many sights the
city has to offer.

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Monday, September 27, 2010

Bad News Good News Good News Good News


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From: Daniel
To: Eric

Hey, so. You are going to LOVE this:

BAD NEWS - Due to budget cuts (which I think is Icelandic for "collapsed economy"), the District Commissioner no longer makes house calls. Or, in our case, hotel calls. If we had the civil ceremony performed by the commissioner on the planned Friday, it would have to be at 17:00 or 17:30, and the courthouse is not big enough to accommodate guests. And with the reception starting at 5 (er, sorry...17!), this would not work for several reasons.

GOOD NEWS - Don't despair! Anna, despondent that our guests would fly across the ocean and be deprived of a ceremony (which, I have to say, is how I feel), made the following incredible offer. Okay, stick with me here. Anna got married earlier this year, and she and her husband had the ceremony performed by...a priest. Anna is religious but her husband is not at all (I told you I'm finding out a ridiculous amount about her...she's already emailed me pictures of her wedding), so they were married by a nondenominational priest. He does church-y services (in keeping with his "priest" training, one would assume), but performs all sorts of ceremonies for all sorts of people. By the time she called me, Anna had already taken the liberty of calling him herself, and he said he would "absolutely" perform the ceremony if we wanted, meet with us beforehand, and leave out any and all godly references, as we see fit. Just someone to administer the vows. And he would wear a suit. And marry us. In Iceland. By a priest. Who doesn't seem fazed by our nuptials in the slightest. It's Iceland. Marry a glacier for all they care!

GOOD NEWS - If he performs the ceremony, he would also take care of the paperwork, so we wouldn't have to go to the courthouse on the day of the wedding at all.

GOOD NEWS - While I had Anna on the phone, I asked her about the pools and whether we had to book some sort of group event for the day, or if we could just show up en masse. She said that the facility is huge and not to worry at all about booking in advance. We'll go look at the place when I'm there in December and you and I can decide how we want to coordinate it. For now, I'm leaving the wording vague enough on the itinerary that we can TBD some of the details via email downstream.

If you agree with the above, we are good to go with the itinerary text, which I would like to send to Tracy Tracey Tracie ASAP. I'm forwarding it to you right now. Let me know what changes you have and
we'll have the invitations finished, like, today.

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Dan

Sunday, September 26, 2010

I Now Pronounce You Man and Man


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To The Reykjavík District Commissioner:

I was referred to you by Anna from the Grand Hotel Reykjavik regarding a wedding ceremony we are planning on Friday, 19 August 2011. My partner and I are coming from the U.S. to the Grand Hotel for our wedding, and hope we might have the ceremony at the hotel in the earlier part of the day on 19 August, perhaps at 11 in the morning. I believe this is the right place to get started to see if this would be a possibility.

We will obviously file all necessary paperwork in advance of this date. I will also be in Reykjavik on 3 December of this year staying at the Grand Hotel, and would be happy to meet with you in person
during this time to discuss details further. The main thing I am interested in finding out now is if you would be available to come to the hotel that morning, and exactly what time we could tell our guests.

I can be reached via email or phone at a time of your convenience.

Thank you very much and I look forward to being in touch.

Best,
Daniel Rogge

Saturday, September 25, 2010

My Fairytale Affair

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On a ninety degree late September day on Long Island (low fifties and light rain in Reykjavik), Eric, my mom, and I went to get our wedding invitations printed. We said it would happen. We knew it was going to happen.

Well, it happened. And here's what it looked like:

Me, posing madly in front of the store, trying to smize my way through how much I didn't shower.
 
Eric appreciates the fine Massapequa sidewalks, while mom sings her way through the front door.

Mom poses with "The Book Of Extremely Expensive Choices"

Eric holds up not our invitations. (We don't even get the proofs for a couple of weeks, but I'm sure the people whose invitation he IS holding are now happily married and will be very much in love forever and ever hooray.)

Mom tries to take a picture that isn't out of focus, even though such a thing should be impossible with a digital camera with the flash on. Let's give her a Take Two!

Take Two, now with extra migraine-inducing blurriness.

Mom privately ruminates on all of the many skills she DOES have.

This is Tracy, one of the owners. She is amazing beyond words. She politely corrected us regarding the size of the invitations, the font, the colors, the dates, the design, and my haircut. And she was right about ALL OF THEM.

Friday, September 24, 2010

What's the Icelandic Word for "OH MY GOD"

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Tomorrow I am going to Massapequa with my fiance and my mother to get the invitations made for our wedding in Iceland.

I'm just going to sit here and let that one sink in until tomorrow. The calm before the volcano, as it were.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

CLARIFICATION


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In reference to the final sentence of yesterday's entry, I felt it was important to elaborate:

Of the many wonderful aspects of Icelandic culture we have come to know and embrace since this journey began, there is one thing we cannot seem to wrap our heads around. And that thing is Icelandic yogurt. Which, god bless the nation that spawned it, is absolutely disgusting.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Factchecking the Invitation Text

   
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From: Daniel
To: Eric


Good?

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Daniel Jason Rogge
and
Eric Lantoria Rogge
request the honour of your presence
at their wedding

Friday morning, the nineteenth of August
Two thousand and ten

Grand Hotel Reykjavík
Sigtúni 38
105 Reykjavík
Iceland

Reception that evening at 5pm

RSVP

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**********************************************

From: Eric
To: Daniel

Two thousand and ELEVEN, silly!

Other than that... OMFGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.

**********************************************

From: Daniel
To: Eric

WHOA I AM STUUUUUUUUPID I MISSED OUR WEDDEDDINGTHO

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To: Eric
From: Daniel

It's fine. Everyone had a good time. The yogurt was fucking disgusting tho.

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Tuesday, September 21, 2010

American't


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So, Dan:

Why not get married in America?
What’s wrong with Massachusetts?
Connecticut?
DC?
Iowa?
New Hampshire?
Vermont?
California every so often?
Something called Coquille?
You know your marriage in Iceland won’t be recognized as soon as you’re back in America?
You know this won’t help you for tax purposes?
Or adoption?
Or if Eric ends up in the hospital?
Or if you turn into a vegetable and a battle FOR YOUR LIFE erupts between your husband and your family?
Wouldn’t getting married here help push The Cause forward on the domestic front?

True, all.

And then I read stuff like this and I'm all good not being involved in any of this America stuff right now, thanks.

Monday, September 20, 2010

Special Relations

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When I was in the fourth grade, my teacher called my mom after a series of results for some standardized tests came in. The teacher informed my mother that, unfortunately, I had filled in the bubbles incorrectly on my Spacial Relations test, and as a result of what she deemed “aberrant bubbling” I had scored in the tenth percentile. That’s bad. That’s 90% worse than the people who did the best. So evidently, I could score a higher percentile in elementary math. SLIGHTLY higher.

You know the test: you’re shown drawings of folded pieces of paper, and you have to guess (or, in the case of some people, actually know) what the piece of paper will look like when it’s open, when it’s closed, when it has holes punched in it, and so on. My mother listened patiently to my teacher’s theory that I had filled in the circles incorrectly, and when Mrs. Karpen was finished, my mom responded chipperly, “Actually, he did a great job…if he got in the tenth percentile, he scored ten percentage points higher than I did!”

I cheated at Pictionary in junior high and got caught. I cannot draw a straight line after a day at the ruler factory. Thus, I have to describe the final design of our invitations in words, rather than in pictures. Sorry.

Originally, we had planned on making up a big packet to mail out, with the invitation and response card only two of the elements of said packet. We wanted to include a full letter explaining exactly why we decided to hold our wedding in Iceland, a several-page itinerary, a separate page of booking tips for flights and hotels, the music and lyrics to Iceland’s national anthem in English, Icelandic, and the original Norse on which the Icelandic language is derived, and the entire map of the human genome so our guests could determine what made Eric and me so damn gay we had to have our wedding all those countries away to begin with.

Some of that is a lie.

But driving back from Massapequa on Sunday night, we started to realize we could convey that much information without doing it in a package that looked like it was trying to sell a cruise ship or a timeshare. It’s still a wedding, after all, and we want the invitations to look, well, wedding-y. And when we talked it through, we thought, why did we need to send a letter rationalizing (and, if we weren’t careful, maybe even apologizing for) having the wedding in Iceland to begin with? Savvy observers of American social mores would figure out that we couldn’t have the wedding here anyway, and we suddenly felt it would be presumptuous and heavy-handed to include a letter the message of which was, “WE ARE TEH GEIGHS HOORAY HOORAY HOORAY WEDDING US!”

So, in text form (with text-y bullets!), here is what the invitations will include:

*An invitation
*An envelope to contain the invitation (emblazoned with the graphic Eric so lovingly designed), which will measure approximately eight and a half by six inches, so that it may include…
*A single-page of information containing the itinerary for the weekend and any other relevant information to help our guests get from here to there, folded in half and stuck in the envelope
*A response card
*An envelope for the response card, containing a stamp which also has the two-grooms graphic I am loving so hard. Thus the neurotic email from Zazzle

No letter with a bunch of excuses. We can keep in touch via email over the months leading up to the wedding if and when we have more information for our guests. Everyone relax. It’s just a wedding.

And, just in case your interest got piqued along the way: http://www.musik.is/lof/e/lofe.html

Huh. Their god lets us get married.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Dude, Zazzle, Chill Out

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On Sat, Sep 18, 2010 at 3:37 PM, Zazzle Content Management wrote:

Subject: Your Zazzle Order - PENDING

    Hello Daniel,

    Thank you for your recent custom stamps order at Zazzle. We're looking forward to producing your design, but first we have a quick question!

    We like to be very careful when processing orders like yours because Zazzle Custom Stamps are real postage, subject to special Appropriate Use Guidelines

    We want to produce your order right away but we're having trouble approving your custom stamps design entitled “twogrooms”. In order to assist us, would you please reply to this e-mail with honest responses to the following question(s):

    1. What is the source of this image? Where did you find it?
    2. Do you have permission to use this image?
    3. What type/brand of dolls are used in your image?

    Thank you for your attention. Your answers to these questions will help us to review your designs and get your order to you as quickly as possible!

    Best Regards,
    Content Management Team
    Zazzle Inc.

    *Please note that failure to respond to this e-mail may result in the cancellation of your order.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Update of Endless Thrills



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I believe we have collected everyone's address on our invite list.

Well, they can't all be winners.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Anna-Gram!!!


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Good morning my Grooms,

Thank you for your email.

It is fine by us to have it any time that suites you, When you come over in December we will meet with him and ask him about times, you can also send him an email and ask away regarding the timing!

Cocktail hour at 5 pm is fine – any special cocktails?

The Address to the hótel...
Grand Hotel Reykjavík
Sigtúni 38
105 Reykjavík
Iceland

Thank you and again please do not hesitate to contact me at anytime :*) I do look forward to meeting you guys!!

All the best!
Anna

Thursday, September 16, 2010

I Actually Should Have Called It "17:00"


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From: Daniel
To: Anna
Subject: invitation questions

Hi, Anna!

Just wanted to check in with a few quick questions, as there are three pieces of information I need to confirm in advance of our invitations:

1) We were thinking of having the ceremony at the hotel a bit earlier in they day, perhaps as early as 11am or noon. Would we be able to nail down a time this early, and would we have to check with the commissioner to see if that time could work?

2) We want to start the reception with the cocktail hour at 5pm. I'm sure that works, but I just want to confirm!

3) Can you tell me the exact address of the hotel so that we make sure to print it on the invitations correctly?

Thanks so much and look forward to being in touch. Not too long until we finally meet in person!

Hope all is well.

Best,
Daniel and Eric

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Happy Gulf of Sidra Day!


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The idea for this entry started off as a tribute to the date of our wedding, August 19. August 19 has been around for a while, I reckoned…surely, it must be a date filled with history, meaning, symbolism, history. Men on the moon, I thought! Great innovations! Earth-shattering revelations of staggering variety!

It's just that, upon further research, August 19 turned out to be less “men on the moon” and more “dogs on the moon.” Well, actually “dogs near the moon.” Dogs, like, adjacent to the moon. And a bunch of really bad shit with the weather.

Let’s review.

In 1934, something called the Soap Box Derby was held for the first time in Dayton, Ohio. FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER! Such a memorable day it was that it seems odd we would want to make it our anniversary, when so many people would hear the date and immediately respond, "Oh! You mean the date of the first ever Soap Box Derby in Dayton? I still can't believe Robert Turner took the top prize. I had money on Claude Alexander! Well, live and learn."

In 1960, our red enemies The Russians launched Sputnik 5, the fifth best Sputnik ever, right after Sputnik 1, Sputnik 2: The Wrath of Dwight D. Eisenhower, Sputnik 3D, and Sputnik 4: Step Up to the Space.

And just this year, on August 19, Operation Iraqi Freedom ended, and nobody noticed.

The northeast gets nailed by natural disasters a LOT on August 19, most notably by two hurricanes -- the sexy Diane and the utilitarian Bob -- in 1955 and 1991, respectively. I actually remember when Bob threatened the eastern seaboard, and it’s funny to think that my much younger self never would have thought, “Twenty years from today, I’ll be in Iceland getting married to a man. Everyone will be extremely happy for us. Oh, and my grandmother will be there!” I would have sooner believed that I died in the hurricane and woke up in Gay Fantasy Heaven.

Also, August 19 is Bill Clinton's birthday. And while I love him still, it’s hard to celebrate the man who oversaw the passage of the Defense of Marriage Act during his presidency. Technically, he's the reason Eric and I have to get married in Iceland. Your expensive flights across the Atlantic are his fault, America!

August 19 is also the birthday of John Stamos. He never signed anything into law.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Today I Freaked Out About Invitations

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Today I freaked out about our invitations and how soon we're doing them. Is that enough of an entry for today?

Monday, September 13, 2010

Marathon Dan


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As I mentioned way back with 359 days left:
There are moments when this entire thing seems impossible. Not the “person I am marrying” part of the process; Eric and I have always thought quite highly of one another during our lengthy courtship. What I’m referring to is the actual event of our nuptials. The “being at my own wedding” part. The moment when we will walk into the room in the pictures from yesterday’s entry, look at our attending friends and family, and know that we are at Our Wedding. In 359 days. In Iceland. It’s a type of outlandish that borders on the supernatural.
Of course, by the time I wrote those words our move to New York was already in the books. And at some point (probably right around the moment we celebrate our one-day wedding anniversary on August 20, 2011), somehow, impossibly, this wedding is also going to be in our rearview mirror. Having successfully completed our move to New York -- just the fact that we DID it and it's OVER --  is one reason I can be certain of this fact. Another reason comes from a different, yet equally pivotal event that took place earlier in 2010:


That is a photo of me running the 25th Annual Los Angeles Marathon. Talk about an event I cannot believe is over.

I have always been a runner. My earliest memories of it stem back to the early 1980s when my mom, in an incredibly successful effort to lose weight, took it up with a fervor. Though she worked until 8 or 9 every night, she would immediately rally, get ready, and go. As soon as I was old enough, I began accompanying her on my bicycle, chaperoning her around the mean streets of Massapequa while she increased her mileage to four, five, six miles.

Here’s me, at around six, going to cheer mom on at a race. I’m the one in the headlock. She's the one putting me there.


Now an adult with a fairly rigorous work schedule of my own, I understand more keenly than ever the sacrifices she made to integrate this activity into her life. But to me, as hard as it is to come home, change my clothes, and complete a five-mile run after leaving work at 10pm, that’s how much worse I feel when I don’t do it.

I try not to talk about it much. A friend at work recently told me a story about a Facebook update she saw, scoffing, “This guy was like, ‘Oh, I’m so surprised because I thought I was going to run four miles and then I looked up and was like oh man I accidentally ran ten miles instead like I’m so awesome can you believe that happened I mean wow.’ And I got SO mad and was like REALLY we don’t all need to hear it god.” Pause. “Whatever, I’m just jealous, probably.” So, yeah. I discovered that people don’t want to hear that much about it, and I’m happy to oblige.

Except, of course, during the six months spent training for the marathon. It had always been a dream of mine to do one (one of my earliest memories is my mom taking us in to watch the New York Marathon from a family friend’s Upper West Side apartment), and when the Los Angeles Marathon changed its course to celebrate its 25th anniversary, I decided it was time. Besides, Eric and I already knew we were leaving LA, so what better way to celebrate than by seeing all of LA laid out before me on foot (while, in a strange irony, running in the opposite direction of New York for all 26.2 miles).

And so I woke up at 6am every Saturday for those six months, running 10, 12, 16, 20 miles at a time and still getting home before 10am. The incredibly long runs were supplemented with four or five miles a day, three times a week. And then, in March, I ran 26.2 miles, and lived to tell about it (when I was supposed to be telling about my wedding). But I did live. I hurt. And I strained. And in the last three miles, I cried, laughed, talked out loud to friends and relatives living and dead, and wondered if I would ever not be running again. Then I ran like hell across that finish line. And I didn’t have to run anymore.

People say that the experience of running (and finishing) the marathon changes your life, which I always thought sounded crazy. But it’s completely true. Because, not to strain the metaphor as hard as I strained my calves, the race has one fixed finish point at the end of it. Sure, it is damn DAMN far from the place where you start, but that finish line is there, and it ain’t going anywhere. So I ran. And I ran. And then I found the finish. And that sensation, in retrospect, offers a sense of inevitability at the start of every new endeavor I undertake. The second I start something, it’s already over.

Such is the case with the wedding. Congratulations, Eric. Forget I do. We already did.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Grandma Mimi

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Following the death of my grandfather in 1989, my grandmother spent the next several years as a world traveler. Ireland, Poland, Israel, China. She even came to visit me during a year abroad I spent in Sydney. She’s 91 now, and I had initially assumed that, while my own mother had no choice but to fly to Iceland, HER mother could make any decision she wanted. Grandma’s mind is in perfect shape. Her knees, not so much. The flight, not so short. I could hardly blame her for deciding to sit this one out.

And so, once again, the occasion of our wedding became a cautionary tale in not underestimating the ones we love. Grandma Muriel has already applied for a passport renewal, and she seems to take seriously my mom’s inspiring credo: “Well, if I’m doing it, you’re doing it.”

So, in honor of the fact that I did no wedding planning at all whatsoever today, please find below today’s entry: a photo of my ninety-one year-old grandmother reading The Advocate.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

The Penis Museum


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It started as all same-sex weddings must: at the Penis Museum.

Oh, sorry. The Icelandic Phallological Museum.

A few months back, before this wedding became a wedding and it was just going to be a vacation, we were all at my sister's house. Eric and I were explaining to my sister our original idea to travel to numerous Scandinavian countries, ending up with a drive around Iceland.

My sister, a mother of two, chimed in: "Oh, Iceland. I hear they have a penis museum there."

The Icelandic Phallological Museum isn't even in Reykjavik anymore (perhaps the bad press finally got to them), but in faraway Husavik, where apparently the penises would have more room to, sigh, grow, than in the crowded metropolis they used to call home. I hope they'll all be very happy there.

Anyway, that sentiment ("Oh, Iceland. I hear they have a penis museum there.") really was our introduction to all things Icelandic, and by the end of that day Eric and I had decided to get married in Iceland. When I think back on it now, it dawns on me how possible it is that Eric and I are going through the whole process of getting married so that my sister has an excuse to go to the penis museum.

True story, now that I think about it.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Message From Mom


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Meanwhile, back in Massapequa:

"Hey, honey, it’s me. It’s a little after 4, and I just came back from Fairytale Affairs, and they said absolutely they do gay wedding a a LOT. And they have whole packages for commitment ceremonies, blah blah blah. They also do destination weddings. They do everything! So I made a tentative appointment for us for September 25 at 2:30. So let me know if that works for you. They also have a location in Howard Beach, in Brooklyn, and she didn’t know if that would be closer to you. She said to check it out on Facebook. So let me know if you want to do the 25th at 2:30. All right, honey, talk to you later."

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Something Actually Happened Today!

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I'm not going to lie: I've been vamping for a minute before things start ramping up like crazy (two weeks until we get the invitations made!), but, like, I said, something happened today!

Eric was charged with the duty of designing a graphic for our invitations. Something that said "grooms getting married" without screaming GAYWEDDINGGEDDIT? I think it's perfect.

And here it is:

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Ring the Bell, School's Back In


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And now, ourweddinginiceland presents Ten Fun Facts about Iceland, culled from your friend, The Internet!

*Reykjavik is the northernmost capital in the world in the most sparsely populated country in Europe.

*Despite its name, Iceland has surprisingly mild winters for a country at that latitude owing to the warming effect of the Atlantic Gulf Stream. Average winter daytime temperature in Reykjavik is 31 degrees, approximately one billion degrees warmer (or so) than the average Minnesota winter. Reykjavik gets almost no snow.

*The literacy rate of Iceland is 99.9%, highest in the world.

*Iceland has no army, navy, or air force.

*The official language of Iceland is Icelandic (or, in Icelandic, íslenska), which remains very similar to, although not quite the same as 13th-century Norse. Icelandic language has been virtually unchanged for the past 1,000 years. Still, pretty much everyone under 50 is fluent in English.

*The English word "geyser" comes from Icelandic (perhaps the only Icelandic word imported into English). Geysir is the name of a famous, now-dormant geyser in Iceland.

*Because it rains so much, Iceland has vast amounts of water. Icelandic water is so clean and pure that it is piped into the city and to the kitchen taps in the home without any treatment.

*Icelanders consume more Coca-Cola per capita than any other nation.

*People in Iceland really, really, really believe in elves. Like, really for real. As in, some roads are built to circumvent areas where elves are thought to live. And don’t make fun of it, or they will sic their totally real elves on you.

*We’ll talk more about the thirteen Santa Clauses thing another time.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Book 'Em


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Look what came in the mail today...this! A gift from us to us!

At first, I resisted buying a planning guide of any kind. After all, shouldn't our non-conformist gay Icelandic wedding be, by its very nature, non-conformist? But, having been born without the wedding gene, I realized I didn't want to commit some heinous faux pas and have everyone we invite drowning out the recitation of our vows, whispering to one another, "...and the invitation and response card weren't even separated by a piece of tissue paper! Gauche comes to Reykjavik is all I'm saying." Ruzzah ruzzah and so on.

I shouldn't even have desired a book about "gay weddings." I've said before that Eric and I didn't want to view this wedding as a "gay wedding." But spend a couple of minutes poking around on TheKnot.com (not linking it...you can find it if you want to badly enough) and you'll realize that you need to search a little farther afield for information on less traditional weddings.

In the end, I decided to support the gay wedding industry in whatever way I could, considering my repeated contention that legalizing gay marriage in California would basically save or create about a billion private sector jobs and save the entire economy. And this book is considered the best of breed, among shockingly little competition. But if you think it's hard to find a comprehensive text about planning a gay wedding, good luck finding a good one detailing the process of gay adoption.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Yes, It's a Holiday So There's Nothing New


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But I want to know the time and temperature in Reykjavik right NOW!

Gosh, relax. It's under control. Calm down already. lt's all right here.

What's that? You also want to know the weather forecast, the sunrise and sunset times, duration of the day, the times of civil, nautical, and astronomical twilight, the current position of the sun, the moonrise, airport locations, coordinates, long-distance dialing codes, whether or not they have a Daylight Savings Time, and the native name of Iceland? You're curious!

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Pleased to Meet You


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In honor of this Labor Day weekend, let us rest from all this pesky planning and gaze upon a special artifact in mine and Eric’s relationship: the first photo ever taken of us. This was the night we met at Pamie’s house, and it guest stars a very special friend indeed.

See you at the wedding, old buddy!

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Up in the Air 2: The Rise of the Boring Logistics


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In honor of yesterday’s flight of fancy for some lucky couple hoping to get married before the cabin pressure changes and they get knocked out of the sky by a vengeful God with a penchant for ironic timing, today’s entry is proof that planning a wedding is a lot more boring when you get down to the nitty-gritty.

So, the Question Of Thrills for this Saturday: will we book one group flight for all (or as many as desire) of our guests to travel to Iceland together? I had thought perhaps we could work with the airline and offer some kind of promo code so people could get a discount when they booked their individual flights. Turns out, however, they cannot. So Anna hooked us up with the name of a group sales specialist at Icelandair. If 30 people end up going on one flight, that is going to be a serious party bus. Especially if my poor, flight-phobic mom is on the flight. In the good news column, that means Valium for everyone!

Also exciting: if you ever find yourself in need of a group flight to Reykjavik in service of your own wedding or other celebratory event, you have all of the info you need right here!

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Dear Daniel,

As per your request, please find the quote below, for your Rogge Wedding Group to Reykjavik, Iceland

Travel Date/Flight Itinerary:

30 Seats
FI 612 18AUG 4 JFKKEF 1405 2340
FI 613 21AUG 7 KEFJFK 1030 1230
FI 615 21AUG 7 KEFJFK 1700 1900

Return FI613 Net Fare: $510.00 per person, plus taxes, fuel surcharge, fees and airport charges.
Return FI615 Net Fare: $530.00 per person, plus taxes, fuel surcharge, fees and airport charges

Airport taxes, Q fuel surcharge, fees, and processing charges: As applicable at final payment; currently $255.00 per person.
(Fees and processing charges of $15 per person are included in above total).

Taxes, fuel surcharge, and fees are subject to increase from original quote and contract dates to final invoice date.

Children/Infant Fares: Children under 12 years of age pay 75% - Infants under two years of age pay 10% of adult fare.

Please note: In some cases, the individual airfare purchased directly on www.icelandair.com may be lower than group pricing. However, these fares often require instant purchase and have limited availability. Group fares allow for more flexibility regarding the deposit, final payment, deviations, name changes, cancellations, etc.

Optional upgrades based on availability are as follows:.
From Economy Class to Economy Comfort Class: $300 one-way or $600 round-trip.
From Economy Class to Saga Class: $600 one-way or $1200 round-trip.

A description of Icelandair's service categories may be found by visiting the following:

http://www.icelandair.us/information/on-board/service-categories/

Net Fare and Conditions are subject to availability and subject to change until a $100 per person deposit is received. If not received, reservations are subject to automatic cancellation. Deposit is due 30 days after contract is issued.

Should the group size fall below 15 passengers, an additional $50 net per person will be charged

Preliminary name list is required no later than 12 weeks prior to departure.

Final name list and payment is due 6 weeks prior to departure.

Deviation Policy: Icelandair allows a maximum of 15% in deviations for this group.
A $150 per person fee shall be assessed for any date or routing changes after designated date in the contract.
No deviations are permitted after the final payment date.

Reissue Fee is $ 200.00 per person. Fee shall be assessed for any date change after ticketing.

Cancellations:
A. $200 total will be charged if the entire group (not per person) cancels from the deposit date to the preliminary name date
(12 weeks prior).
B. $150 per person will be charged and is non-refundable for cancellations from the preliminary name date (12 weeks prior) to the final name date (6 weeks prior).
C. 50% of the net airfare per person is non-refundable for cancellations from the final name date (6 weeks prior) to 48 hours prior to departure.
D. Within 48 hours or less prior to departure all payments received are non-refundable.
Icelandair is willing to review this policy if a medical reasons applies. A Hospital Admissions form is required.

Name Changes: A $150 per person fee will be charged for name changes after ticketing.Name changes are not permitted within 48 hours of the departure date.

A Iceland Stopover package may be booked for the group, but must be booked at the time of the original group.

This space has not been booked and is therefore not confirmed for your group.

Group quote is only valid as a quote and cannot be guaranteed until the space is confirmed; seat inventory and fare can change from the time of the quote to time of booking.

When you are ready to book the seats, please notify either the Icelandair Group Desk.

Thank you for considering Icelandair for your group business. I look forward to hearing from you.

Best regards,

Rosa Gudmundsson
Group Sales Specialist
Icelandair
Group Department
1900 Crown Colony Drive, Quincy, MA 02169
800-223-5500 Ext. 5 Fax 857-403-1812 E-Mail: rosa@icelandair.is - http://www.icelandair.us

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Friday, September 3, 2010

Up in the Air

   
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Fine fine. Go ahead and have a quirkier, more adorably Scandinavian gay wedding than ours. I so don't care. It's fine.

WE'RE MORE IN LOVE THOUGH YOU KNOW.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Honeymoon in Everyplace


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At the time of our wedding, Eric and I will have been together for five and a half years. We have spent most of that time so convinced we were going to be deprived a Real Wedding that we planned, paid for, and executed two vacations with the helpful rationalization, “Well, we don’t get to have a WEDDING, so this is going to be our HONEYMOON.”

That’s right. We went on two huge trips together out of spite. Spite-cation!

Our first phony-moon took place in the Fall of 2008. We had been working constantly for two years, and finally had a hiatus at the same time. And so we embarked on our European Adventure Tour, which took us first to Amsterdam:


And then on to Paris, where for some reason I crossed two international borders and arrived in the same hoodie:


The fact that this trip took place the exact same week as the beginning of the global economic meltdown only dampened my enthusiasm slightly, as we jetted off on a direct flight from Los Angeles to Amsterdam while Western Capitalism burned 30,000 beneath us. (Not to mention the economic fate of one certain tiny country we flew over.)

The following Spring, my ten-year old Saturn with 170,000 miles on it (a car that had traveled back and forth across the country something like seven times) died in the parking lot of the West Hollywood Trader Joe’s with $200 worth of groceries thawing and warming in the back seat. And since I was driving to set 80 miles round trip nearly every day to production meetings beginning at 6am, I could NOT afford to have a car that died in the parking lot of the West Hollywood Trader Joe’s with $200 worth of groceries thawing and warming in the back seat. So I had to get a new car, wah wah me.

To celebrate, a few months later, Eric and I went on phony-moon #2: A Driving Tour of the National Parks of Oregon. This was a cheaper vacation than our Europe extravaganza, but no less scenic and fabulous.

We drove the car up snowy mountains wearing VERY wrong clothes:


And posed SO fiercely on moody beaches:


And stayed in a haunted hotel near a scary cave:


And quite a honeymoon it was. Again.

Cut to 2010. When we moved to New York in April, we took a hard look at our life savings and decided that this calendar year could feature either a fabulous vacation OR a move to New York. Having cast our lot with this New York thing, we looked ahead to next summer, thinking that, if we worked the whole time and spent no money in the interim, we would be able to afford a trip somewhere in the Summer of 2011. We started scoping out Scandinavian locales, as they were easier to access from New York than they would have been from LA. Knowing that we’d already gone on two honeymoons, we decided this would be just a regular bit of travel, and we roped Eric’s brother David into a trip that would take us to Norway, Sweden, and, time and money permitting, Iceland.

When this morphed into the wedding plan, we scrapped everything but Iceland, and decided our post-wedding…travel…together…thing…would take the form of a driving tour around the entire country. But we didn’t want to lose David from our plans.

And that’s why we’re inviting all of our guests to join us on our honeymoon, as a standard insert in the invitations. We figure that, as long as everyone will be over there in the first place, why not make a real vacation out of it? C'mon...vacation like you can't legally get married!

And you're telling me you don't want to go chill with this?

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Meanwhile, Back in Massapequa


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On September 25, the staid suburban town of Massapequa Park, New York, will be rocked -- ROCKED I SAY ROCKED -- by a future it could no longer avoid.

This lovely-looking place, the site of invitations for many local Bat Mitzvahs and first communions (not to mention my grandmother’s 90th birthday party, which also took place in Massapequa), will print invitations for a gay wedding in Iceland. And despite the fact that the word two words “fairytale” and “affairs” seem to work in direct opposition to one another (and they lived happily ever after, except for all that infidelity), it still looks like they do pretty great work. I emailed my mom asking her if she was SURE she was okay with doing the invites there, to which she immediately responded, “I don't have any problem with the subject matter of the invitations, and if they make any comments, we're outta there.” Go, mom!

I guess this is what I mean when I say we practice activism just by being us.

So many photos to come.