Friday, August 6, 2004

8:40pm — Phuket, Thailand — This place is lovely and amazing. Except for the room, no room is enclosed. To me, it seems more Japanese rather than Thai. But then, my discriminating abilities in all that is Oriental is waning. We seem to be set or embedded into a hill — the hotel cascades downward in varying levels until finally reaching the beach. Very elegant design. It is wonderfully unique.

Last night Sara and I went to one of Phuket’s more exclusive restaurants. Our travel tourist advisor (Rose) made the arrangements to have us picked up by the restaurant itself. I guess Leonardo DiCaprio who filmed “The Beach” on one of the Phi Phi islands, ate at this restaurant.

Today, Rose, our sweet Thai travel guide had us get on a canoe trip that was like NO OTHER. We left at 11:30 this morning, drove an hour up to the total opposite end of the island to load up on a boat that slowly sailed into bay called Phang Nga Bay. It’s a national park that is nothing but rock islets and tropical vegetation that bedeckles the sea. We were taken down into these inflatable canoes and went through caves underneath rocks which were literally only half an inch from our faces. And the scenery — was NOTHING like I had ever seen before. We also met some pretty cool people. Australians and even South Africans — hardly ANY (in fact NONE so far) Americans. And yet, English is the common language spoken (at least attempted) universally.

Since Sara and I have started [making love], she has been SO submissive — treating me with incredible respect and yielding to me. I have been totally setting the agenda with what we’re going to do and not do. It has evoked rather strong sensations of masculinity I’m just enjoying that so much. She told me that she just feels so loved, which has made respecting me so easy. — Last night, in the middle of the night, I woke her up and took her outside where we made love on our rock and on the balcony next to it. So far, among the dozen or times we’ve made love, I ******** What disturbs me, is that my mind does not focus on her at all. It is not HER that is the object of my passion. My mind wonders onto other things. [I dare not tell her this. I feel very guilty about it. The only thing, I guess that counts is that she is happy.]

10:10pm — Certain events and aspects about our wedding day contribute to its classsiness and sophistication. I continue to replay them in my head — a big one being my toast, spoken IN GERMAN to all of my German relatives who flew over. The video — complete with my proposal, is another. Sara did a GREAT job with the colors, too. Looking at some of the pictures we took of the gowns and the flowers next to them were absolutely stunning.

I must confess, I have reverted l lately too, focusing on Sara’s shortcomings. She’s too this or too that, and not enough this or that. How horrendous. But, what do I say? Perhaps nothing. There are ways to put positive spins on things.

I frequently look down at my left hand only to see a VERY strange object adorning it — my wedding ring. Jon, who saw me at toward the end of the reception, looked at the ring and reacted with vigorous astonishment — and also told me, unsolicited, that he loved me. Dirk came up to me, somewhat later and told me how much he thought I was cool.

Sara HAS been wonderful, though. The other day on the Phi Phi island trip, she got motion sickness and I got irritated with her. Even though she threw up, I found it difficult to believe that it wasn’t psycho-somatic. Later on, when she asked me, “What would you like me to do?” I said, “Tough it out. My foot is all cut up, but I’m not letting that spoil my fun.” I think I witnessed today her attempt to demonstrate this. We did things today in that canoe I would NEVER have imagined her doing. I told her yesterday that if I were just here by myself, I would be doing things differently. I said I would be pampering myself, surely, but I’d also be delving more into the authentic culture. Anyway, today, she was willing to get up close to things, bats, snakes, lizards, and spiders) IN ADDITION to passing underneath dangerously close stalagmites.

I think this marriage will go very well.

Thursday, August 5, 2005

8:00am — Phuket, Thailand — The wedding itself was beautiful and flawless. I wasn’t nervous at all and Sara looked wonderful. Our photographer, Dan, just did an amazing job. He knew everyone’s name, which made it go quicker and was just so encouraging. At the exchanging of the rings, I had a little surprise for Sara! I had a purchased the platinum matching wedding band and had Clinton slip it slyly out of his pocket after bringing the first two out. He slightly paused, and she didn’t instantly catch on what it was. She actually took a double-look. It worked out perfectly. Brian Doten’s eyes teared up a little. — In his brief message, he said we were faithful (something else starting with an ‘F’ that has to with being unselfish). and fun. The ceremony was very classy and elegant. The string quartet helped contribute to that as did the organ which played the traditional wedding march when Sara came down the aisle and then for the recessessional as well. After the entire party had exited, we went back in and excused each row one by one. I was disappointed by the number of people that failed to attend who said they would (many of whom said they thought it was SATURDAY). But, quite a number did come, which made me very happy.

Wednesday, August 4, 2004

11:30pm — Phuket, Thailand — My new wife and I have been [making love] almost constantly. I can’t stop thinking about it. It’ been almost 4 – 5 times a day. She thinks it’s amazing and . . . I have been wondering who of my male friends would ask me about it.

Tuesday, August 3, 2004

5:30pm — Phuket, Thailand

I feel so free. I’ve never looked so good! — We’ve never been happier. The natives here are so polite, so accommodating. I’ve tried to learn their language a bit. “Hello” is “Sawatdee” and thank you is, ” “

Today we laid out by the the pool. I love nothing by my new swimsuit. We even walked over to the restaurant in this condition and had lunch.

I had a strange rush of appreciation for Clinton the other night.

Saturday, July 31, 2004

7:54pm — It is done. I am now a married man. I publicly committed my devotion to Sara Schwarz yesterday. Everything was beautiful — absolutely perfect. Everyone looked great. Sara was gorgeous. The weather was nice, the church was beautiful, the reception hall was terrific, our photographer was fantastic.

On Wednesday, I went in to work only for a couple hours. My heart was SO not into it as my mind could only dwell on what lay ahead. Chad and Clinton arrived a day early in order to take me out to dinner. I was THRILLED to see them! they got a hotel, rented a car, and drove to the house. I had to make pre-arrangements for my cousin Jasmine and her boyfriend, David to get picked up from the airport because my mother mistakenly gave them the wrong date. So, I asked Dirk to pick them up for me while the three of us went out. We first went to Chino Latinos for dinner and then to this cool little lounge in Dinkytown called the Kitty Cat Klub. It was JUST ideal. It was so wonderful to those two! It’s just a crime that I don’t keep in touch with them more often. On Thursday, I hosted a barbecue for people who were arriving for the rehearsal.

1:54pm — Although we are no longer in Minnesota, indeed, it is actually very early in the morning somewhere over the East China Sea heading to Hong Kong.

Anyway, back to the [recounting]. The barbecue once taken over by Chad and Clinton, ended up to be a fairly big hit. The volleyball net and equipment that I borrowed from Randy [Schmidt from Evergreen] were put to good use. (Were it not for the otherwise boredom experienced by Jasmine and David in setting up the net, it would not have happened.)

David Jesmer arrived first and other gradually trickled in, like the Zahn’s and Rice’s. My family finally showed up around 3:30. We had only about an hour, but it worked out fairly well. (I hope.) At 4:30, all the men shipped out to try on and pick up the tuxedos. After which we made our way finally to the rehearsal. Of course, we didn’t get started until around 6:45. All of my German relatives were there, too. Brian Doten had everyone introduce themselves, after which we stepped through the ceremony. I was very impressed with how well organized . . . .

[Aside: sitting on the floor of the Hong Kong airport — don’t know the official name of it. I hear and see Chinese everywhere — next to the restroom, waiting for my semi-sickly wife to exit. As a precaution, I am guessing, against further outbreaks of SARS, I am next to a “temperature checkpoint.” An opportunity to explore Sara’s reaction presents itself here: — Well, no big deal.]

6:45am (Hong Kong, 8/2/2004)

The rehearsal and the dinner following were a lot of fun! I was a little choked up when we recited our vows. It just wasn’t something I was expecting to do. The dinner was at the Sheraton Hotel where most everyone was staying anyway. It was a very subdued setting, pleasant, delicious buffet. Clinton was in his element for sure. Sara and I handed out gifts to our wedding party and gave a brief explanation of who they were to each of us. They (the groomsmen and ushers) each received an engraved clock and alarm that is especially useful for travel. The groomsmen’s included a pen and pencil set. We hung out for quite some time. I took Sara back to the extended stay hotel (where she moved into last week). We chatted a bit and I spent my last night on the couch as a single man.

Sunday, July 25, 2004

8:30am — Yesterday, I went to the Shane Company to pick up Sara’s wedding band that I had resized; the platinum one that goes along with her engagement ring. My plan is to surprise her with it at the alter when we exchange rings. She’s going to be shocked!

I then drove to take a look at the hotel we’ll be staying at that night. I can’t believe I found a jacuzzi suite so cheap! ($129) at a pretty decent hotel, too! [Doubletree in St. Louis Park]. — I think what I’ll do is have someone I trust drive me up there early that day and set up the room and I’ll leave my car there so we’ll have it available for the next day when we have to leave for Thailand.

I also met with Jack Borg, the friend of mine here who is a former JW. We went downtown to Brit’s Pub for dinner. He and his live-in girlfriend just broke up because he found out she’s been cheating and lying to him. We talked some about that, but when I noticed it was getting too difficult for him, I quickly changed the subject. I then asked him a lot about his current state of faith and what he believes now. He told me some things about being an elder and about the organization [talking about the Jehovah’s Witnesses here] as a whole that I didn’t know about. For instance, they were told from the top down on how to pray and what to say during their prayers — like when funds were low, they were told to make sure they mentioned that when they pray (instead of just from the heart).

It was a good time — as we talked, he came to realize that it never really would have worked out with him and Michelle. Their beliefs were just FAR too different. Plus, she didn’t sound too emotionally mature either.

Saturday, July 17, 2004

8:30am — O God, this is heaven — sitting here outside on my new patio furniture — smooth jazz in the background in the gradually warming sun.

Two weeks from today, I will probably no longer be a virgin and Sara and I will be getting ready to go to Thailand.

I had my last day working for Ovations yesterday. Funny, it STILL hasn’t sunk in that it’s over. I am SO glad to be rid of ProCall — finally – my career was stagnating.

Wednesday, July 14, 2004

6:30Am — In 16 days, I will be a married man. Certainly I am a bit nervous about that. Sara was acting a little weird lastnight. She keeps telling me she’s got all this work left to do for the wedding and when I ask her about specifics, she seems to get upset. She also gets upset because I am doing other things. However, these “other things” are important too. I just get the impression that she’s under the impression that everything revolves around her needs and that the things I’m doing are not that important. I’ve been pouring my efforts into getting my house ready for all these people, most of whom are my friends and relatives, who will be here on the 29th. I don’t think she has ANY awareness of that sense of urgency or importance on my part. So, here are the things left to be accomplished that are important to me:

  1. Finish staining the deck
  2. Getting this picture framed
  3. Getting glasses before the honeymoon
  4. Working out
  5. Cleaning the entire house
  6. Trimming bushes and shrubs around the house
  7. Bringing car in to get fixed
  8. Finances — what money should [ ] for what?
  9. Looking for a new renter that will get along with Tony and Forrest
  10. Cleaning out the Fernando house
  11. Doing as much as I can to help out with wedding stuff
  12. Getting food and volleyball net from Randy Schmidt and other stuff

Friday, July 9, 2004

7:30am — Thursday did not end very well. I KNEW I would regret grabbing a couple beers at Tuesday’s. Of course, I WAS only there until 10. — Sara and I then got into a another fight. We sinned against each other. “God, I repent of my error; I fall helpless into your arms. I am author, executor, and victim of my sin. In this calm, sober moment, I desperately crave the longings I once had for You. PLEASE forgive this wretched sinner. Tonight I will not drink at all. I will make out passionately with Sara. God, ONLY with your help!”

Wednesday, July 7, 2004

12:10am (Thu) — In 22 days my life will be changed forever. WHAT am I scared of the most? — I’m scared that I won’t like it — being married, that is. But, the FACT is, it’s too late.

Dear God for Sara’s sake, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do whatever it takes in me to change me! — “HOW desperate are you, Steve? How is your desperation demonstrated — by your pitiful remorse at times when it’s too late?”

“Steve, TRUST ME, TRUST ME, TRUST ME! Believe that I CAN change you. YOU know and Satan is constantly reminding you of your failure. You ARE a miserable failure. But, when you are weak, then *I* am strong.

She wants to be wanted. That’s what love is for her. DESIRE!!! “Sara, I WANT you! I WANT you!”