Karlin tricked me.
It was the morning of March 5, an exact month before our wedding, and we had to get up fairly early to drive out to Barnsley Gardens (the site of our wedding) to go through one last walk through with our coordinator. So she said…
She promised me this would be the last time we would have to drive up there before our actual wedding week. So I went with her. The entire ride up there she kept asking me, “Are you excited to get married? Are you excited for our wedding? It’s only one month away you know. Are you ready to be married to me, etc…” I just wrote this off as her being excited.
Of course I was excited to be only one month out from being a husband, but this particular morning I was just in a strange mood. Neither sad, nor elated, nor mad…it was just one of those monday mornings…you know what I’m talking about.
So we pulled up to Barnsley, and I had to run to the restroom. She told me to hurry back. As I came back to the car she says, “We’re not actually here for a walk through…”
“wait. what?” I thought.
“We’re here so I can give you your first wedding present.”
She handed me a tear out from a Martha Stewart magazine that explained a ritual known as “Burying the Bourbon.”
As I read I found out that this was actually a very old southern tradition. The groom, one month exactly before the wedding, is to bury his favorite bottle of bourbon upside down, in the ground, at the actual wedding site, and this ensures that you have good weather on your wedding day. It also is the bottle of whiskey that you get to enjoy with your groomsman and guy friends on the day of the wedding, as you dig back up to enjoy.
ok, now I was elated.
Not only did I have my favorite bottle of bourbon to enjoy on the wedding day (Basil Hayden), but I also had a cool gift and a great story to tell.
Karlin, thank you for being so amazing, and always thinking outside of the box. You are my love and my joy.
Coincidentally, the place where I buried it was right by a plant called Bourbon.
I made a little alter of sorts, with a pile of rocks that will remind me of the place where I buried it.
Overall, one of the coolest gifts I’ve ever gotten. Not only was it my favorite drink, but now we have a story to tell and a new memory.
Thank you sweetheart.
Sincerely,
show hide 5 comments