Make it so

When Eric and I were in New York recently, we visited my friend Johnny Stef and his wife Suhana to meet their new son Henryk and generally gab about life. Among the topics covered were engagement and wedding planning.

John and Suhana were engaged for over seven years. Their explanation: procrastination of wedding planning.

"Every time we would sit down to talk about planning the wedding we would look at each other and say 'this is horrible, let's go see a movie instead,' " John told us.

This explains not only why it took them seven years to get married but also why John has an encyclopedic knowledge of films from the late 90s and early 2000s.

Eric and I are finding wedding planning equally delightful. And, in spite of our desire to not drag out the engagement, I'm afraid our new-found escapist retreat, Battlestar Galactica, might result in an estimated wedding date sometime in 2015. (There are 6 seasons, and a prequel season is planned for 2010.)

This has the added danger that when we do finally get married it will be in Battlestar uniforms, officiated by Edward James Olmos (or a lookalike) and, should the reception come under Cylon attack at any point, everyone will have to do that synchronized falling thing as though we've been hit.