After the amazingness that was little baby Leo cheering on his parents wedding, and all our talk of being a grown-up and learning to respect your baby family, (it’s funny how weeks get themes, a few of these posts I wrote on the spot this week, totally unplanned) I got this bit of magic in my inbox from the lovely Hannah:
The cleaning lady at the theatre I’m interning for in Buenos Aires dropped by the scenic workshop today (where I work) with invitations for her daughter’s wedding in June (which by itself is awesome — imagine just going around dropping off invitations for your wedding? I mean I love the USPS but that is rad) — and guess what they said?
He llegado el momento de unir nuestros caminos y comenzar a caminar juntos por el sendero de la vida. La [fecha], queremos celebrar nuestro amor ante Dios y ante ustedes, por eso nos gustaria que nos acompañen y sean testigos del nacimiento de la familia que hemos decidido formar.
Which I translate (affectionately) as:
The moment has come in which we bring together our paths and begin to walk together along the road of life. On [date], we would like to celebrate our love before God and you, and for this we invite you to accompany us and witness the birth of the family we have decided to form.
And which Babelfish translates (somewhat rigidly) as:
I have arrived the moment for uniting our ways and to begin to walk together by the footpath of the life. [Date], we want to celebrate our love before God and you, for that reason us who accompany to us and are witnesses of the birth of the family which we have decided to form.
Okay … so it refers to the birth of the new family, not the baby family — but still, I thought it was pretty dope.
Riiiiiiiigggggghhhhhhttttt? So let’s end the week on that – witnessing the birth of the new family we have decided to form. Because that’s something I can get behind.
Awesome if slightly unrelated Buenos Aires picture from Hannah says, ‘I don’t want your catcalls, I want your respect.’ Seemed the right vibe for APW, plus showing some more Buenos Aires ass-kicking-ness.
