Dear Future Hubby,
I’m going to tell you a secret. There is this thing that I’m dubbing Gaelic Gala and it…is our wedding. The Ireland Destination Wedding joke started on New Year’s Eve 2009. I was driving to visit Jo-Ann (future bridesmaid, you’ll meet her at some point) and I was rocking out to The Corrs, The Swell Season and Gaelic Storm from my “Irish” playlist on the iPod. More of wedding music at a later date. But I was thinking about how kick ass it would be to have one or all of them play at our wedding. Again, we need to be multimillionaires for this to happen. I told Jo-Ann my totally brilliant idea and that soon spiraled into us talking about what else would be going on at my wedding, how awesome it would be if it was in Ireland, what would go on, and poof, Gaelic Gala was born.
Since I’m half Irish and I’ve been there several times, I thought it would be beautiful to get married in Ireland and guess what? I already have the perfect place. It’s call Coolclogher House in Killarney, Ireland and my Aunt Cathy rents it for a month every summer. It’s a huge manor house that has always made me feel like I’m living in a Jane Austen novel. I half expect Mr. Darcy to pop up at some point and just make my day. Sorry, you’d totally get the boot if he showed up, especially if he was wearing period clothing.
Anyway, they have these MASSIVE back stairs on the back lawn that I think would make an excellent area for a wedding. No joke, you’ll love it. Imagine this. A lovely formal wedding, sunset, chairs on the sides of the stairs, me walking down in my dress, BAM, you have yourself a nice little Gaelic Gala. This, of course, would have to be in the summer since there is no way in hell I’m getting married outside in the dead of Irish winter. Plus we’ll probably still be battling rain at some point during the duration of Gaelic Gala. It’s a week long thing, incase I forgot to mention that. More on that schedule later.
Pictures would immediately follow the ceremony, while the guest had a nice little cocktail party on the grounds. The reception would take place there as well in a large tent on the ground somewhere. There are over 60 acres. I’m sure we can find the space, don’t worry. Everyone would have a nice little sit down dinner, your normal wedding stuff, followed by lots of dancing, copious amounts of Guinness and Jameson, and then everyone would wake up the next day with a nice little hang over and sore feet. I say instead of almonds in tulle as wedding favors, we just put some Advil in there for the hangover. It’s going to be a wonderful, dignified affair, but one hell of a party as well.
I know it sounds a little extravagant, a little over the top, but that’s who I am, so you’re just going to have to get used to that since you’re marrying me and all. So get ready and start drinking now. Your liver better be able to handle Gaelic Gala because it’s not an Irish wedding unless someone is dancing on top of the table drunk, Titanic style.
Your future wife