We're on our way to fall in love.

I remember a summer's day
I remember walking up to you
I remember my face turned red
I remember staring at my feet
I remember before we met
I remember sitting next to you
I remember pretending I wasn't looking

When Josiah and I met at Barnes and Noble on Nov. 3, 2004, he handed me a burned copy of “And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside Out” by Yo La Tengo. It was his favorite CD, he said. It still is.

It was appropriate. I was initially drawn to him because I knew he listened to the same music as me. It sounds shallow, but that’s a big selling point for indie hipsters. You know, we just “get” each other. Zack Horne brought me up when meeting Josiah at a Microphones concert at the Modified. Our first date was a Delgados concert at the Clubhouse, back when it was like 10 square feet.

I remember driving home from Barnes and Noble, and stumbling upon track two “Our Way to Fall,” while pulling into my neighborhood. It instantly struck me.

A couple months prior, I was at Barnes and Noble (cut me some slack, it was the only cool place in Goodyear) with my good friend Mia and her brother Bo. We were hanging out at a four-person table when I heard a faintly familiar voice and looked up at the fourth person joining us at our table: Josiah. I can only imagine the panic clouding my mind as I instantly looked away and tried not to freak out. I have a feeling I did a poor job.

This was a common occurrence during my few interactions with Josiah pre-November 2005. Whether in the Millennium High School cafeteria or outside of Mrs. Sveom’s class where I had homeroom the last period of freshman year, my reaction was always the same.

I remember pretending I wasn’t looking.

Needless to say, I could relate to “Our Way to Fall.” I tend to be a superficial music listener. I don’t pay much attention to lyrics or delve into songs, but how could I not pay attention to this anthem of embarrassment and eventually love?

In the past five years, Josiah and I have probably attended 100 concerts. Our most anticipated one is coming up a week from today: Yo La Tengo. They haven’t played in Arizona for years and we fear this may be the band’s last hurrah (they’ve been together for like 20 years). We are both incredibly excited to see this concert and I know we won’t be disappointed.

Josiah’s main contribution to the wedding planning is the music. I’ve given him the task of compiling the music that will truly set the tone for our event, including mingling music, what I walk down the aisle to and reception tunes. This portion of the wedding is so incredibly important to us, and I wouldn’t trust anyone else.

I can’t wait to see what he comes up with.

P.S. - In an upcoming post I'll include some of our favorite tunes that we plan on including in our playlist.

I remember a summer's day...

I'm getting married. Not sure when. Not sure where. Not sure to who. Just kidding.

Josiah and I "met" in January of 2002. I was 14 and he was an older man of 16. He had black, plastic-rimmed glasses and wore black band T-shirts, just like me. I knew we were perfect for each other. I would see him in the halls of Millennium High School with his emo friends. Truth be told, I was his emo princess. He says my "Cheer Up Emo Kid" backpack patch "spoke to him."

Years passed and I had yet to say a word to him (barring when I interviewed him for the school paper). I continued being really girly, walking certain ways to class because I knew his friends hung out by the vending machines (so cool). I drew a heart around his junior year picture in the yearbook. I awkwardly sneaked around Blockbuster when I saw him walk in, only to run to the corner and call my best friend Megan. Looking back, I'm somewhat embarrassed, but not really. I'd probably act the same now!

In October of 2004, I received an unexpected instant message from my recently ex-boyfriend/good friend Zack. Our AIM exchange went like this:

"So I went to a Mt. Eerie concert and saw Josiah."

"..." (me being nervous over the Internet)

"Yeah, I told him you were in love with him."

"bad words!!!"

"He said he was interested in you."

"I hate you."

Considering Zack hadn't spoken with me for a couple months after I broke his heart (kidding about breaking the heart, not about the silent treatment), I thought he was just being a jerk. Turns out, for the first time ever, he wasn't!

After some gutsy contact via Livejournal, Josiah and I started e-mailing ... then phone conversing ... then meeting at Barnes and Noble on the fateful Wednesday evening of Nov. 3, 2004.

And now we're getting married.

It's about damn time. (Thanks Zack.)