11 Sep What Should You Bring to The Pouching?
The greatest love of all is you coming to The Pouching. However, you may want to bring some items to ease your journey to the wedding venue, whether you’re bumming a ride from San Francisco or flying cross-country with a baby and a Maltipoo. During the course of our courtship, we’ve taken eight trips together; here are several travel essentials that keep your business tight, clean and ambiguous:
Things for Joyce
- Snacks in ziplock bags (because Wayne gets hangry)
- Light reading material
- Biore Sarasara UV Aqua Rich Watery Essence Sunscreen SF50+ PA+++ (because apparently Neutrogena will give you butthole boils)
- Mizon ALL in ONE Snail Repair Cream
- Baby missiles
- Carmex Moisturizing Lip Balm, 0.35 oz. tube (Joyce is keeper of the lip balm; it is the single service she provides in this relationship)
Things for Wayne
- Snacks in ziplock bags (because Joyce forgot them)
- Light reading material (well-written children’s books, often involving magic, Greek gods and mildly evil queens)
- $5.99 white-frame H&M sunglasses that always get lost
- Hair extensions
- Curling iron
- Hairspray (TRESemme Extra Hold for him, Big Sexy Hair powder for him, Salon Grafix for other-him)
- Graceful exit strategy (think about all the times Wayne has left an event of yours. Do the mental montage. You’ll see it)
Things for Us
- Baby wipes
- Mutual respect
Some people are afraid of airplanes; Joyce was afraid of commitment. In March 2014, we took our first international trip together to Taiwan. At the boarding gate in JFK, Joyce burst into tears and hunched over sobbing for a good 30 minutes, while Wayne held her hand and played Scrabble on his iPad. To this day, Joyce cannot explain that public outburst, which arrived with all the torrential force of a typhoon, leaving us stranded and ankle-deep in emotions as we boarded our flight.
A wise friend of ours in LA once said (or quoted a book that said): “Jet lag results from our rapid motion between time zones, across the lines that we have drawn on the earth that equate light with time, and time with geography. Yet our sense of place is scrambled as easily as our body’s circadian rhythms. Because jet lag refers only to a confusion of time, to a difference measured by hours, I call this other feeling ‘place lag’: the imaginative drag that results from our jet-age displacements over every kind of distance; from the inability of our deep old sense of place to keep up with our aeroplanes.”
See, we understand this sense of jet-age displacement. Emerging from the metal tube in the sky that is our 20s and stepping into the harsh, unflattering sunlight that is our 30s: Where do we come from? What are we? Where are we going?
But now, the journey’s not so scary. Because we both know where we want to be.
Joyce + Wayne
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