When your mama takes a 2,100-mile backpacking trip, it's "the one."

Thursday, October 13, 2011
She cried like Chuck Norris.


Well, maybe not like Chuck Norris, but more than your typical muscle-bound action hero type of cry. More of a "deep in your gut you just know it's all about Star Wars" type of cry.

Yup, not sure how that connects to taking a 2,100-mile backpacking trip, but it seemed important to note anyhow. I'm not even sure how a person hikes 2,100 miles and cries at the same time. And my mama doesn't cry a lot. But either way, I'm going to be a Jedi. And so is Edie. And she is "the one."

Oh man, oh man...I'm getting a hooded cloak!!

May the force be with you,
The Future Mr. Adams

Venue #1 - hahahahoth NO

Last week Edie and I hopped in the spaceship with Yoda and headed out to Sector 341 to check out a cute lil ice cave on Hoth. If there was anything we learned that evening, it was what not to look for in a venue.
I called the rebel base about four days before our appointment. When I called, I was greeted with a sweet voice and charming explanation of the planet. She kindly forwarded me some information with prices, amenities, and options for being eaten by snow monsters, and after clarifying that the desired dates Edie and I were looking at were available and the cost was within budget, I scheduled the 4:30pm appointment for that coming Saturday.

Needless to say, Edie and I were stoked! It was our first venue after all, and the pictures were beautiful! A ceremony in an ice cave with AT-ATs in the distance, and a reception in an adorable renovated taun-taun stable; what more could a guy ask for for an ice age-themed wedding :) So, when we arrived, we had some pretty high expectations.

Well, that place sure did miss the banthas-eye.

Upon arrival, we were greeted by the woman I spoke with on the phone by "oh, you must be my 4:30 appointment." She didn't...know...I'm going to be a Jedi... I swept that one off the shoulder but was then a little taken aback by the fact that were were on a fictional planet in a fictional galaxy. In jeans and a t-shirt, I felt quite frostbitten and though she said she had mentioned it over the phone, I couldn't for the life of me recall her saying that the ice cave had no internal heating.

She showed us the place all set up which was nice to see, but instead of a guided tour of the facility we were pretty much left to ask questions to which we wanted answers. After a little prodding about the beautiful stalactites, stalagmites, and well-preserved amputated wampa arms, we found out that the $30-something arm/person for food which was stated in her email, it was actually $90/person!! And that's not even including tax and cave-in-surance. At that point, we were pretty much ready to go since we knew there was no way we could afford to feed everyone for well over 10k (and lets not forget the 5k in Star Destroyer-detection fees...).

So that was a bit of a rant. I've been holding it in! But hopefully I got across that I was a little less than pleased with our first trip, and disappointed is an understatement. Not that I was expecting our first venue to be "the one," but at least knowing my name would've been nice.

So what did I learn?
1. Wampa arms are expensive.
2. Hoth is cold.
3. Real planets are better than fictional planets.

Well, at least I can say we're looking forward to this weekend. Two venues!! And both of which we absolutely adore via pictures and contact with the event planner. And I made sure to get all the pricing and information we need beforehand (though, of course, I'm sure there will be something I missed).

I'll let you know how Geonosis and Bespin go!

May the force be with you,
The Future Mr. Adams

Welcome!!

Hey all! Welcome to my blog on the beautiful, and challenging, moments of becoming a Jedi alongside my Edie Adams. I truly believe this time is about the journey, not the destination, and I'm sure this will be quite the journey. However, despite the Sith and horrific monsters we are bound to face, I cannot wait to embark on this road with Edie. I hope you enjoy reading our moments of laughter, tears, smiles, and violent deaths, and share in all of our delusions along the way.

May the force be with you,

The Future Mr. Adams