My boyfriend's lawyer dropped the news bomb a few weeks ago. ChicagoDimCorner's greencard process has moved along and now... he doesn't have to wait anymore to get married.
We. Are. Free. To. Get. Married.
In fact, if we get married before the time he has to go to the immigration judge at the end of December, I would immediately get my GC also (if he is granted his GC, of course).
I remember that day, we went out for lunch after his meeting with his lawyer, and he didn't have any appetite.
Not me though. I ate quite a lot. It was good Thai food.
Anyhow.... I told my parents about the news, of course, and they were packing their luggage right then and there and they will be back here, in less than two weeks to witness the two seconds moment of me signing the marriage certificate. I told them it's no big deal. It's not that we are really getting married. Well,.. yeah, legally I am married, the significance of that is that next year I will file a join tax with CDC and hopefully get more tax return. But we don't have a pastor to marry us, there will be nothing really, just a strategy for my immigration status.
But nooo.... they have booked their tickets and took care of their Japan visa for their overnight transits in Tokyo. They are all set!
Three times in a year, this year that they visit.
I love them to death.... it's just that.. uhm,.. the interval keeps getting shorter and shorter and my days off are skimpy now. Also, I have gotten used to living alone that having house guests seems... sigh... hard.
My dad loves to talk to me in the morning, right at the moment I go downstairs from my room in the morning, when my social capability is totally invalid. Like a computer that is still booting but the user is already trying to logon to Yahoo messenger.
Now, again, I love my parents, but I envision some bloodbath along the way towards my wedding day. My mom suggested, again, that I have prenup.
Also I just heard from my sister that my dad has chosen the color for my wedding in 2010.
It's pink if you're wondering.
And since the news, they have been driving around Jakarta visiting luxurious hotels asking for price quotes, checking out ballrooms, taking notes on the wedding packages.
They went to survey the wedding favors yesterday with my godmother.
My dad wants the guys (including my poor fiance) to wear bowtie. I don't know if it occurs in his mind to ask what my fiance would've like to wear. I think that what bugs me the most. The not asking and just deciding part.
Oh, and I found out from my sister that my mom might not have let go of the idea that we have TWO wedding ceremonies.
One is for the Seventh Day adventist ceremony, the other one is the Catholic ceremony.
Chatolic... hm,... a religion I have not thought about in.. let's see... since high school.
See, my mom is a Budhist, so... sigh... why insist on having a Catholic ceremony?
I can just see that when they come here in less than two weeks and we start to have the wedding preparation conversation, I will walk out the room as the most insolent, difficult, ungrateful daughter they have. They will switch and make my sister their favorite instead.
You see, I want to be married with CDC. The concept is that I want to have a day that I spend with the people I love and care about, celebrating us, being fools, getting married.
While my parents want to throw the wedding reception of the century.
Ow.. and my dad wanted to book Elfa Secioria as my wedding band. Who? My American friends might ask. That band is like the most popular big band, very popular in the 80-ies.
Sometimes I don't know who's getting married.
I'm so confused.
My parents have turned into Parentzillas.
